Spent the better part of Saturday roaming null in a fast tackle blob and rickrolling people in local. It was pretty awesome. We murdered a Raven gang in the first 20 minutes or so and then continued to roam in circles and inexplicably survive for the next two hours.
My play time is opening up a bit, and I’m necroing this blog.
In game I decided to leave GalMil and join RvB. I’m not going to go into my reasons for leaving the militia except to say that it involved neither drama nor bitterness. FW is still an absolutely awesome facet of the game, and I may return some day.
Right now, however, I’m in RvB and it is fucking awesome.
I can honestly say that I have never had more fun in EVE. It is all PvP all the time, and I have learned more about PVP in the past month than in my entire history of playing EVE. I could spend the next 500 words listing the awesome, but rather than writing a giant recruitment post I’ll just highlight some of the things I’ve found surprising.
- If you want to learn to FC, this is a great place to start. Fleets are up all the time, and anyone can form up a fleet and go shoot things. If you’re terrible, people will help you get better (and you’ll get a gentle ribbing). If you’re awesome, people will love you (and you’ll get a gentle ribbing). You also have the opportunity to learn from a huge list of awesome FCs (and also Mangala).
- By and large, the people you’ll be shooting are corpmates who happen to be the wrong color, not enemies. They care about the alliance, they care about having a good time and they care about the community. One of my first days in I got shot up by a rail fit Atron, and then spent ten minutes or so chatting about what I did wrong, what I could have done better and how he was able to output so much DPS out of a rail fit.
- Despite appearances, the RvB community is extremely well organized. Corp events happen multiple times a week. There are dedicated groups for all kinds of activities: noobfleet, high-sec ganks, low-sec piracy, solo pvp. The leadership is also extremely fair and well chosen (seriously). RvB has rules to keep everyone having a good time, those rules are enforced fairly and immediately. It is damned impressive considering the size of the community.
I sat nervously in the confessional. Confession had always made me nervous.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” I began. “It has been seventy years since my last confession.”
The ritual words were comforting.
“You are a capsuleer,” he responded, breaking the ritual. Nervousness flooded back into the small chamber. “I have never heard the confession of a capsuleer before,” he continued. “What has brought you here child?”
“None of us is above judgement,” I responded.
“The abyss awaits those who die in The Lord’s shadow,” he quoted, “But you are immortal. You have no fear of death.”
“I have died many times,” I said plainly, “But we are not immortal. A failed consciousness transfer, a faulty capsule…”
“These things have not happened in centuries,” he replied, “Since The Empire first began working with the Jovian technology.”
“… if my clone contract were to be canceled,” I continued.
He laughed. “You are one of Doriam’s chosen elite guard. There is little chance of that.”
“Perhaps,” I replied.
“I am sorry,” he said, his tone taking on a more serious timbre. “I will hear your confession child. I do not mean to offend. You are one of the immortals, and I can sense that weight of your deeds bears heavily upon you.”
“Your fate is bittersweet,” he continued,”you are immortal. At once free of fear of the Abyss but forbidden the bliss of Elysium. Tell me child of your sins.”
I took a deep breath. “This may take some time.”
I watched the sun slip slowly below the horizon. It had been years since I’d seen a sunset, or a horizon. As the sun disappeared, I stood up, dusted the earth off of my robes and entered the temple. Another experience I hadn’t had in years.
The interior of the temple was quaint, but functional. More than sufficient for the small colony in which I found myself. I made my way down the center aisle, admiring the paintings that hung on either side of the congregation chamber. Most were landscapes or depictions of parables; all were copies of art in the great cathedral on Amarr prime. One was unique, original, a depiction of a plain man of Matari descent standing in a field. I stepped between the synthwood pews to take a closer look. The paint was real, the frame was oak.
“Saint Terrance,” came a soft voice from behind me. I turned to see a tall man, clad in robes of the order smiling at me. I looked back at the painting.
“I’m not familiar,” I said simply.
“Not many are, a missionary and our patron saint here. He died a few decades ago, executed while trying to spread the light to the native population.”
“How can I help you child?”
“I’ve come to confess, it’s been a long time father.”
He smiled and gestured toward the confession booth.
“I have as much time as you need,” he smiled, “a luxury of serving The Lord in a small backwater colony.”
Going to brave the insane heat to go get a pint with Distant and Ebon tonight and share tales of the past week. We’ve been looking for a good Gallente FW corp and we’ve done our homework and have narrowed things down to two or three options. As it stands Guild Wars 2 release is very soon, and while I really have no illusions that it is going to actually draw me away from EVE, it will cut into my pew time for a couple of weeks so I’m holding off of sending in an app for the moment.
I don’t want to be that guy that joins corp and then immediately goes afk for two weeks.
That being said, we’re getting some good action in the general fleets and are having a great time. I see that Distant got a freighter kill last night, and am interested to hear how that came about.