The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 049 - A Dream Come True

A Dream Come True

I sat alone in the Mercenary Coalition headquarters and began to ponder over the crazy events that this strange and unusual universe had thrown at me during the past three days.

For some inexplicable reason I had suddenly become a wealthy CEO and I had immediately felt the overwhelming urge to squeeze hard on an executive stress toy.

My corporation's office had been created at an educational establishment in 0.3 security space when I was heading south, and I recalled that it had mirrored a vulgar inner city school, filled with all kinds of ruthless and abusive young pilots.

Nonetheless, I decided that I would soon move my medical clone there for a few days, so that I could take a look at the base of my new corporate empire.

I wasn't really too concerned that Heild was filled with dark and evil bone-crunching demon pilots intent on causing mayhem and misery, because I was now in a financial position to hire a team of hardened geologist mercenaries to swat them like the flies they were.

After thinking the above, I had felt slightly guilty, and I began to wonder if this abusive thought-process was a result of my new found riches. I sincerely hoped not, and quickly turned my thoughts to fluffy bunny rabbits and cute little kittens.

During the course of my journey, many pilots had informed me that low security space is considered to be more dangerous than 0.0. Staying in Heild for a few days and exploring the surrounding systems would serve as a useful way to put this theory to the test.

I had been putting off looking at my wallet and evemail, both of which had been constantly flashing, because I had been truly scared to see just how rich I now was.

Eventually, I managed to muster the courage to peek, and my jaw hit the floor faster than the customers caught up in a bank-raid when I saw that the shares were still being snapped up faster than a man trapped in the jaws of a crocodile:



This was truly a dream come true and I almost burst into tears at the thought of this most monumental of achievements. I tried to calm my nerves and to figure out what exactly this mysterious force was that I had been able to harness to attract such staggering wealth so quickly.

From a clueless nobody n00b who had stepped into the world with only a shuttle and a basic miner, I had been chased and shot at all over the universe and now incredibly found myself to be officially a billionaire with friends in high places and a network of people who wanted to help and support me in my adventures.

I felt extremely humbled and was very grateful for the astonishing level of backing that people had given to my microscopically miniscule little corporation.

It was certainly true to say that the more I played of EVE, the more I had come to love it. I had felt that wondrous mixture of bitterness and disappointment, combined with joy and happiness, that had blended every facet of this wild and crazy universe into a dynamic and rich experience that left me with a great sense of achievement, but yearning to do even more.

Several pilots had begun to send me evemails, filled with suggestions on how to invest my new-found riches.


One particular idea was very appealing:




I wondered just how much it would cost to do this. I liked the idea of being the forefather of a legion of 0.0 n00bs, free to live in luxury and wanton abandon in the illustrious fields of that fabled ore mercoxit. I vowed to myself that I would further explore this excellent suggestion.

I noticed I had also unexpectedly been contacted by my jezebel of an ex-girlfriend, who had smelled my cash and suddenly decided to declare that she wanted me back:



I knew she was only after my money but I missed her...


(to be continued...)