The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 052 - The Wheels Of Industry
I had enjoyed the company of Podee in the same way that a prisoner of war enjoys having wooden splinters rammed up his fingernails, and I had been glitteringly regaled by her tales of self-mutilation.
However, our new found friendship appeared not to have deterred her from fervently waiting to bring about my bitter and chilling death.
The discussion turned to what I could achieve with the vast fortune I was rapidly accumulating, and Podee suggested that I should go into the business of either reselling, or of manufacturing, in an area that is very close to my heart, and has formed a major part of my thrilling adventure:
I was astounded. Up until now I had always relied on others to supply me with my much needed shuttles. In some places I had paid truly extortionate amounts of money to acquire them and had never really stopped to consider the vast fortunes that were being forged behind the scenes by these unscrupulous vendors of overpriced miniature transportation devices.
I wondered just how many millions I had shelled out on shuttles during my adventure, and as the fury and violence built inside of me at the revelation that I had been viciously ripped off many times, I vowed there and then that I would start to build my own fleet of these vessels, and would liberate n00bs throughout the universe from this rampant and choking shuttle oppression.
I opened the mystical looking blueprint and stared at it in awe and wonder:
According to the document, all I needed to do was to acquire 3375 units of tritanium.....
.....to install a "job" at the station:
....and then my work was done.
The entire process took 90 minutes to complete, and at the end of it I was staring down at a brand new shuttle. To me this was a truly monumental achievement because for the very first time I had stepped up from being a consumer to being a producer.
I could feel the wheels of industry turning in my mind, and wondered if this event was to herald the beginning of a new career of financial dominance in the manufacture and distribution of glorious shuttles.
I hoped my shareholders would be excited.
While I was inspecting the result of my manufacturing job, to see if the resultant product was more defiantly defective than a dyslexic detective (*after thinking this I vowed to try thinking it the next time I was drunk), we began to discuss the areas of the map that Podee had wrought her own carnage and destruction upon:
I looked at my wallet and did some calculations.
My manufacturing job had cost me a total of 10,250 isk to produce a shuttle. However, the price of shuttles in this station was 9,000 isk. It would appear that as a n00b I was highly inefficient at this activity.
However, if I were to sell these shuttles in 0.0, I knew of many places where they would easily fetch 300k.
Perhaps this was my first ticket to corporate riches for my shareholders. I decided that I would do some more investigation into this area once my IPO had closed.
Some time later, I eventually agreed to let Podee complete her mission by dispatching me with a crushing but hearty pop:
It was then that I was very unexpectedly begged to agree to a duel by a testosterone filled street-urchin who lived in the rabid hell hole slums where I had placed my swish Ikea designer office:
(to be continued...)