Clone Bay 9-Beta, Ministry of War Facility, Taru System, Amarr Space:
“What the…
Where in the HELL am I?!?
WHO ARE YOU!!!”
Alright, so I admit grabbing the med techs left foot out from under him, sending him smashing to the deck clutching the terri-cloth robe he was planning to give me for warmth just moments ago…wasn’t the most civil of things I could have done. At least that’s what I took away from the rather angry stare I was receiving from the security guard at the far side of the room. But damn, it was the tech’s fault he didn’t stand back for a moment until I collected my thoughts. Right? On the upside, I think he only sustained a mild concussion. Nothing some juiced up Quafe couldn’t cure.
A robe. Why was he holding a robe? And why was I sitting up, naked except for a thick sheen of repulsively transparent goo covering my body, in metallic-smelling room loaded down with oppressively obnoxious track lighting? And is that retro-funk playing over the comms? I hate retro-funk.
Clone. Damn, I must be in a jump clone. Or death clone. Let’s hope for the former and assume the best. But where did I clone in from? Why does it feel like ages since I’ve made a note in my mental log like this? And who the hell is going to get me that damn robe so I don’t freeze to death??
Well, look at that. July 25th. My last blog post. I got off to a nice start blogging about EVE, then fell off the face of the planet. What happened exactly? Well, it turns out that starting a new blogging project with twin 2-month olds in the house is not the smartest of ideas. My EVE play time rapidly collapsed as Dad duties plus stressful RL work kicked in. However, I have managed to sneak in some play time, and hope to again with more frequency in the future.
So here’s the update:
Daniella has been mostly biding her time, though she did take her one-woman Empire corp into the Caldari Militia for a week or so to partake in the Tama pew-pew. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of ships my militia mates flew – no more T1 frigate gangs like I saw back in Amarr space in the early FW days when Furious dipped his toes into the 24th Imperial Crusade. Honest to God well fit HAC, ‘cepter, and Hictor gangs roaming about. That said, FW is just really not for me. At least not as a semi-solo effort. So Daniella is back to missioning and soaking up the passive income from her five Level 4 research agents.
Furious, now he’s been on a wild ride. Despite my earlier reservations about ever going back to 0.0 full time, I signed him up with an established corp living the alliance life in the Drone Regions. Why? Well, good RL community the corp belongs to, and hey, I’ve never played in the Drone Regions.
They are cash cows, btw, if you belong to a corp with good minerals-buying policies and infrastructure. Anyway, that corp left one alliance and moved into another Drone hideaway with a new one. Settling in, getting used to actually ratting in my Apoc (they work WONDERS against drones), and flying in the hone defense gangs whenever I can get time online. Interesting.
Hope to update here again with some frequency, but I’ll keep my ambitions as modest as my playtime for now.
I have been thinking of penning a series of short stories about the life of the little guys (non-capsuleers) aboard a station somewhere. We’ll see.
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Yay your back!