And by odd, I mean complicated.
And by complicated I mean frustrating.
I don't mean to complain.
I mean I could go play the mind-numbing, soul-sucking, grind-fest we have all mercifully agreed to call World of Warcraft.
I really could.
I've done it before.
And you know what? I liked it.
But I used to like lots of things that I don't like any more.
Like eating my boogers.
Ya I'll admit it.
I ate my boogers when I was a kid.
I'm not proud of it, but the memories are entirely too deeply seared into my mind to pretend it didn't happen.
And you know what? I liked it.
Why? cause boogers taste better than sand and most times I ate boogers, I was out on a playground with only sand and boogers to choose between and without the sense to know that eating boogers is sick.
That's World of Warcraft to a tee.
People play WoW because it's better than eating sand and that's the only alternative they know about.
But there comes a point where everyone looks down at the big green glistening globual on their finger and they say to themselves "grossness"
And then, for the first time in their life, they wipe the booger somewhere besides the inside their mouth.
But I digress....
Back to complicated....
My point is that EVE can be a very unforgiving place to be when you fly alone.
Given this reality I spent quite a bit of time and energy helping to assemble a 4 person squad to finally, (some two years since I started playing) begin a profitable corporation with sufficient military power that we could add a third item to the list of things we could do when a pirate decided to attack us, right under 1."run away (like a sissy)" and 2.beg for mercy (like a sissy).
Then one night, a bit of a emotion found its way into our corp discussions and our researcher/manufacturer decided to take his ball and go home.
Since that time we've tried everything right up to the point where we tried to get an Amarrian Armageddon
and a Minmatarr Typhoon to mate.
I'll let you figure out the logistics of how that one would work.
Alas, still no baby battleships.
Remember how I mentioned you need to flex your diplomatic muscles to make EVE work.
Ya so I wasn't kidding.
Admittedly I was talking about using diplomacy when dealing with other corps and alliances, rather than keeping your closest cadre of corp mates from biting eachothers heads off.
But whatever.
So here sits me, on the "raggedy edge"
3 combat pilots in my corp, only one of which who really ever plays.
That one would of course be me thus the pathetic post entitled "space is lonely"
At this point I'm soloing level 4 missions once in a while at night, and sometimes logging in at work where I launch my drone boat out into an asteroid field and wait for foolish NPC pirates to attack me afterwhich my drones automatically reaver-rape them.
This current situation does not lend itself to amazing pictures of fleet battles, but I do still tend to snap a sweet shot here and there.
This is a gallente vexor (drone-based cruiser) set against the backdrop of the Odette system.
