So here i am at it again. I thought for a long time i would break my habit of playing EVE, this god forsaken cesspool of dirty unwashed beard necked virgins. Like a smoker, i tried stepping down little by little, closing account after account, i went down from 6 accounts down to 1. I was nearly there.
My "friends" had either gotten their life together, appropriately making something good out of their lives, or died from either diabetes, a heart attack or suicide. EVE is not known for being a great end-game to this gift of existence you all got after crawling out of your mothers vagina like the disappointment you where destined to be. You play EVE? Well then, my point exactly.
Since my last update, the list of shit i did in EVE is far too long to recite so i wont, its better for you to just do you own god damn homework and check out Count Austheim's killboard and what i killed and what i lost. I've been there, i've been here, but i haven't been with any of the really big alliances. Maybe they are one of them now? I don't know, i tried to have a life.
So now i ended up yet again in EVE after an old friend (Dark Motoko) Had an epiphany that his private life was too good and had to be toned down a bit, so he decided to play EVE again. And i was just about to close my last account when i heard this.
Like some fucked up spidersences my butt hole clinched up and i could sence the old feelings of being content with unwashed hair, garbage around my computer and stacks of tissues in my cardboard box labeled "Count's Sperm Holocaust"
In the beginning i was able to not log in, then i was open to get in on a few fleets, then i joined Dark's corp Wrath Of Angels and now im up to 4 active accounts again. This is probably going to go well as i have as of 30 min's ago bought a house, i'm fixing up my appartement and i have a wonderful girlfriend that deserves so much better then to be together with this junkie that can only get his fix from listening to new players chocking up when the fleet battle begins.
Last night i had a feeling i haven't had in many years in EVE. Surviving a hot drop where we flied T1 shit fleet filled with new players that usually ponders the merits of using either a Badger or Ibis as an ECM boat with Armor And Shield tank. Knowing this; me, JonasML and Ivanitch, decided to be logi this day since we cant trust new players to keep us alive, its better for us that old sad veterans of this game try to keep the new players alive so that we can win the engagement. What we really should have done is let everyone die horribly so that all of us understand this game is nothing but a distraction to fill the black hole that you all know you have inside you. JonasML later had to log off to do Canadian stuff like fisting moose or leeching of the public healthcare or something so it was me and Ivanitch trying to keep the fleet alive while i had him bitching in my ear with his snotty English i was logi anchoring bad when he should be focusing on keeping people alive and not drinking tea and keeping his monocle from dropping into his cup.
We got hot dropped by NC. after we attacked a Navy Brutix named Bait, Dark said "Fuck it" and we killed him, a Panther and a Tengu. The last thing we needed. Now we just extended the time frame where we all collapse in the end realizing out lives are empty and pointless.
Killboard
We GTFO when they dropped an Apostle and 2 Thanatos's.
So, where this journey goes we will have to see. It will probably end up with me throwing my feces at the police screaming something about Hillary hacking my e-mail.
