Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 025- The Ultimate Sacrifice

The Ultimate Sacrifice

Upon undocking from the station, I swiftly flew to a planet and then created a bookmark in deadspace. The number of people in Local had now dropped drastically and I wondered if the bloodshed had ended.

My trusty spy informed me that he couldn't inform me what was happening. I thanked him for this invaulable information and warped to a gate. Luckily, it appeared to be clear of other pilots, so I decided to take the opportunity to make an insta from the gate, back to the station.

As I warped back in, just 15km from the station that I had, only moments ago, undocked from in my shuttle, I was ruthlessly, savagely and demoralisingly set upon by the most carnivorous bunch of lupine hounds I have ever had the misfortune of having encountered.

Naturally, I immediately warped away out of utter disgust at this clearly pointless action. They had seen me undock, so what was the purpose of killing me as I tried to redock at the very same place?

Well I mangaed to escape back to my point in deadspace and I decided that I would not let them murder me in cold blood.


I would rather heroically commit suicide than to die in such a pointless manner.



Having now issued this damning threat, I had no choice but to carry it out in the most severe and direct manner. I clicked the self destruct button on my ship and was disappointed to discover that it would take 120 eternally-long seconds to dispatch myself with a hearty pop.


It was then that it dawned on me that it would be another 120 seconds for the pod.


I had to wait 4 minutes just to kick my own bucket. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Since I had now decided that I was going to detonate myself into oblivion, I figured it wouldn't harm to ask my attackers if I could speed the process up a little.

Astonishingly, they were more than willing to provide me with helpful advice, designed to expediate my sorry demise:



After being presented with the infallible logical argument that I shouldn't be worrying about someone stealing my 9k shuttle since I was about to destroy it anyway, I decided that I would not even give them the slightest chance of taking my vessel and I violently initiated the self-destruct sequence a few seconds before then ejecting from my craft.

The result was quite spectacular and brought a tear to my eye:



I felt like a noble warrior of an age long gone by, who would sacrifice himself for a greater cause, without once flinching or erring from his steady and righteous path.

I knew that I had the upper hand over these incessant cowards who relentlessly attack n00bs in their shuttles, for no reason other than sport. I then announced to Local that I would imminently go through with the ultimate conclusion to my stunning self-euthanasia:



120 seconds later and I was back in the station, purchasing a new clone. I had defeated them and I sat back and rejoiced in my victory. Never had the sound of my pod going squish sounded so damn pleasing. I smiled relentlessly and munched on some bush-tucker.

I then entered into a conversation with a pilot called Avitar, who very kindly informed me that he had some spare ships. There were no condors for sale anywhere in this region, so it was quite fortunate (and somewhat suspicious) that Avitar was able to provide me with the following:



I concluded that Condors were like buses: You wait ages for one and then 16 all turn up at once.

As nightfall arrived, I plotted a course to a mystery station that I had been told was the ultimate shopping Mecca of the south.....


(to be continued......)

10 Comments:

Blogger Major Stormer said...

I concluded that Condors were like buses: You wait ages for one and then 16 all turn up at once.#


Love it!

1:22 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So,ISS Marginis then?

3:26 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Self-destructing the ship was the right thing to do. Never leave anything in your safe spots, or someone could find it later w/ Probes, bookmark it, and follow you to the safe spot the next time they run into you.

5:39 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Get some google ads on this site! Make some real money off your fans...

7:27 pm  
Anonymous Bryg Philomena said...

That was fun, another time? Great read my friend.

Legalize MARIJUANA!

9:11 pm  
Anonymous Hoozin said...

I really do love your stories, but there's one little thing I need to say before you drive me insane.

Deadspace = Space where you cannot activate a microwarpdrive (i.e. complexes)

What you are creating with these bookmarks is technically called a "safespot."

And yes, the condor/bus joke was great!

10:56 pm  
Anonymous Seidr said...

Great read so far, and again, welcome to the South :)

11:19 pm  
Blogger INNOMINATE NIGHTMARE said...

Hoozin, I do not yet have the skills for a MWD and therefore cannot activate one in the places where I am making my bookmarks.....

Under your definition, this therefore means that I am making my bookmarks in deadspace.......

I hope that annoys you even more. :)

INNOMINATE

11:27 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"As I warped back in, just 15km from the station that I had, only moments ago, undocked from in my shuttle[...]"

Make yourself an insta bookmark from stations of insterest.
Just add a bookmark right after undocking from it. When you then use this bookmark you dont need to approach it.

12:32 pm  
Anonymous Vennilia B said...

Leaving ships and other rubbish such as cans in space also clog up and slow down the server.

You did good to destroy it ;)

2:01 pm  

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