The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 013 - Dance With The Devil

DAY SIX (CONT 4)

I sat in K3JR-J and began to contemplate the complex world of Eve. It seemed to me that there existed a stark duality of opposites, weaving an energetic dance of death and rebirth, as the residents of the universe went about their fleeting lives, in the hope of achieving greatness and grandeur.

I had learned so far that this universe was filled with both kindness and hatred. I knew that in my future travels, I would always wonder whether just around the corner there lurked a shadowy assassin, waiting to mercilessly pounce and destroy me, or whether I would encounter a kind and generous soul, willing to assist me in my journey. In many ways I began to realise that the interior of the Eve universe mirrored the interior of the real life universe. Perhaps they were one and the same.

My mind turned to the maleficient pirate Thaard and I began to ponder whether I could really begin to plan his sorry demise.


To do so would be to commit the ultimate crime: Yarricide.


I could envision many ways in which his downfall could be justified. After all, he had killed members of D2 and Arrow and if I were to wipe him from the face of the map perhaps I could endear myself to them. So did this mean that I was proposing to brutally extinguish him for my own selfish purposes?

Did the lure of the gleaming Mercoxit pull at me, like a supermagnet, or like two C-list celebrities with flagging media exposure are desperately pulled together in a mutually-false declaration of love, to gain more air-time and sell their story to the tabloid newspapers for a few isk?

Was a relentless force upon me, whispering that I was destined to kill for money and docking rights? These were troublesome questions. I opened a can of Quafe and temporarily quenched my thirst for blood.

As soon as I began to sip on my overpriced carbonated refreshment, I noticed that a trio of buxom Gallic beauties had entered the system and docked:



I had not seen many women out here and to suddenly find three French beauties all at once was an overwhelming surprise. Paranoia crept over me and I began to wonder if Emilio had sent a triumvirate seduction posse to woo me with sweet nothings, while at the same time binding my hands, shackling my legs and carting me off to a low budget DVD production factory in the outer reaches of the Branch system, to forevermore paste low definition labels onto cases that were destined to sit on the shelves of many an unsuspecting newsagent for a large number of years yet to come.

A chat request appeared and I was suddenly entered into a conversation with a pilot, who at first glance, appeared to be the ultimate enemy of the Christians....



I noticed that his name "Lou Cypher" was indeed a cypher and that it was a very clever pun, meaning "Lucifer".

Biblical texts had revealed that the devil was a smart being and I could see that this was indeed true. Perhaps he had heard on the grapevine of my fight against the local bible-thumping Jesuit cult and was here to lend his moral support.

I cautiously greeted him:


Lou: "How is your adventure going?"


INNOMINATE: "Very well, thank you."


I tried to compose myself and to not think about the fact that I was in a conversation with the very embodiment of evil itself.


Lou: "Is Thaaard docked?"


INNOMINATE: "No."


What a strange situation I found myself in. Moments ago I was peacefully contemplating the merits of murder and suddenly three beautiful french women had appeared, followed by Satan.

I began to wonder if I was about to be offered a deal......


(to be continued......)