The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 054 - A Den Of Stinking Evil (Part 2)
I was absolutely livid with these rabid punks.
Why was it necessary to sit there for hours on end, getting high on various unmentionable narcotics, and brutally and bitterly podding those poor n00bs who were haplessly wandering through the jumpgates?
I could not even begin to fathom the depths of filth and depravity that these low-life residents of the back alleys of empire were stooping to.
I wondered if the hope and joy that had been in the world had just been sucked out of my field of vision, like a man who had been blind from birth suddenly regaining his sight, only to find that it was 2AM and he hadn't changed his lightbulbs in 28 years...
However, and to my total astonishment, these bitter vagrants were more than happy to reveal tactical information regarding how poor and defenseless n00bs could avoid their excruciating gatecamps:
My faith in humanity, not entirely unlike a recently cleaned classic Renaissance painting about to have a can of Pepsi poured over it, had been temporarily restored. As I had discovered through most of my journey in EVE, the people who seemed the most evil, and the most fearsome, were often more than willing to help, if one just took the time to speak to them.
From this point onwards, whenever I saw that flashing red light of doom on my overview, I would always be mindful that the killer sitting at the other end was a very sweet and lovely person...
Some time later, as I sipped a cool and refreshing pineapple cordial, I was invited into a thrilling private chat with one of the local low-lifes, who went by the name of "DaMiGe" and was surprisingly very friendly and helpful.
My conversation with DaMiGe reinforced my belief that many of the people who stalk the low and no security systems in search of "prey" do actually abide by certain codes of honour.
It would seem that the killers of EVE mostly played by moral rules, and were often more than happy to show respect, if they were shown the same respect in return (whilst they are mercilessly blowing your ship to smithereens)
We began to discuss my dream of building a n00b nursery in 0.0 and DaMiGe came up with an intriguing idea that would be cheap to implement and would give me an indication of just how possible it would be to defend an outpost, should the dream ever become reality:
It was an excellent suggestion.
If I could band together a group of fighters and attempt to maintain control of a random system on the map, then it would serve as useful experience of just how difficult it would be to defend a structure.
Like a glamorous stage magician, DaMiGe was then joined by his assistant, and began to teach me about one of the EVE alliances:
I had only heard fleeting references to "RED" during my travels, but it would appear that they mostly consisted of Russians and had recently taken a substantial kicking in the nether regions.
I decided that I would visit their territory at some point later on, and like a child opening a Babushka doll, would gradually peel off layer after layer of their history.
Unfortunately, Damige's lovely assistant then jumped into Heild, and was promptly podded by the two -10 pirates who were still camping the gate:
I wasn't quite sure if this was an outrage, or some kind of sweet poetic justice amongst thieves.
A short time later, I received a detailed evemail from a mentally imbalanced psycho who wanted all of my money, so I decided to reply with my own proposition of financial embezzlement:
(to be continued...)