Archive for December, 2021


I guess it was inevitable that my alt Karen Sokarad would eventually get ‘ganked’ in high sec. The game had changed so much since I had played it previously. Ganking was always there but it had become a whole subculture in the game. I really had not been aware of that at the time and so when it happened I was mildly surprised and of course feeling a bit violated. I mean lets face it – the last thing you expect when eating a bowl of porridge and listening to the morning news is to see your ship melting.

Gay Pride BOOOOOM for CSM 16
From: Gay Pride BOOOOOM
Sent: 2021.05.21 08:08
To: Karen Sokarad,  

Kill: Karen Sokarad (Retriever)  Kill: Karen Sokarad (Capsule) 

Good Fight miner.

You have earned the right to vote for Gay Pride BOOOOOM in the CSM 16 election held on 8-15 June!  Your vote will help miners such as yourself continue to enjoy an orderly, secure highsec protected from lazy capsuleers by elite agents.

Learn more about this amazing candidate and share your thoughts in Gay Pride's thread here:

https://forums.eveonline.com/t/gay-pride-booooom-for-csm-16-highsec-first/310900

(constructive feedback only - no whining allowed)

You also now qualify to purchase a mining permit! Refer to the salt channel for more information. Remember, no permit, no ship!

EXPLAIN YOURSELF MINER
“Good Fight miner.”

It was though quite funny, the character in game was ‘Gay Pride Booooom’ (with five ‘o’s’ don’t settle for a poor copy) and his ganking was in effect part of his campaign to join the CSM. He eve mailed me a really funny message demanding that I explain myself. As you can see the message drips with irony and is very tongue in cheek if slightly ‘barmy’. This is Eve after all!

I looked through the links and was completely bewildered, where on earth did all of this stuff come from? Who on earth were CODE? And what were they doing? None of this made any sense to me at the time. I had a lot of learning to do and clearly the game had changed a lot since I was last playing. The link at the bottom of ‘Gay Pride Booooom’s’ email takes you into an in game channel. Where you can of course explain yourself and demand compensation. I actually didn’t bother posting in the channel – I was on my way to work. I simply filed the email and headed off for the day.

CODE

As an old player coming back to the game this was all a bit of a shock. and this is the thing about Eve online – the sandbox is more than simply what you can do in game. It is what others are doing in game around you that generates a very particular ecosystem. One that really does suck you in. The best way to describe it is that it is like a spider diagram. You follow one rabbit hole after another and start to see that what you are sitting in is really quite remarkable.

I was certainly frustrated and a little bit angry at the gank. But this is the game and you have to accept it can do this to you. The thing I wasn’t prepared for however was the degree to which this had become a part of the game META. When I delved into some of the initial posts I could see some merit in what the Gankers were saying, at least initially. For a start there was my fit.

Image displays a Retriever Mining Barge fit. With one Survey Scanner II in the mid slot. No shield modules and fitted for high yield.
Tragic Retriever fit.

No tank, and the doom module (Survey Scanner II) in place of any kind of shield. Just embarrassing. I mean this ship would struggle in a 0.5 system against NPCs, let alone against a ganker. I wasn’t usuing anything I had learned whilst playing Moriarity on Karen. Almost like I had assumed the game was different in high sec when really it isn’t. I did sit down at this point and start to think carefully about my training programme. I was focussing on Karen’s reprocessing skills and realised after a bit of looking around that she was going to need a much better tank than what she had. This meant adjusting her training queue to accommodate a proper tank.

Within less than a week Karen faced another gank attempt. This time she survived because she had a bit of a tank fitted. The ganker was a new player who had no idea what they were doing (thankfully). The effect of this second attempt was quite profound though. I knew that her tank was not yet complete and when I did the maths it was obvious she was vulnerable. I found myself reading local and constantly checking ‘D-Scan’ something I had learned to use when on Moriarity. This however really did impact on my enjoyment of the game, I couldn’t chill out whilst playing, it made it very difficult to write this blog and play at the same time.

It was at this precise moment that I received a recruitment message from COSMOS Industrial.

I was having a bit of a rough time. I knew that staying in Alakgur was not viable. It was too close to Hek and so was always going to be a bit jittery. Gone were the days when you would be able to just chill out and play casually whilst doing a bit of browsing. Eve had changed beyond recognition and as this message very sensibly indicated. There was a lot to be gained from joining a player corporation. So I joined their recruitment channel and from that point everything started to change once more.

The question of an alt

Up to now I had spent a lot of time on my main character playing in low security space learning a lot about PvP and doing what I could to survive. But that style of playing Eve is very demanding. You need to be fully alert and focused 100% of the time and lets be honest. There are times when low sec can be very quiet with not a lot happening. I found myself wandering around some evenings seeing nothing and certainly not being able to engage in a lot of fights because I just did not have the tools at hand to do so.  I started Sisters of Eve missions in low sec which was fun and helped make a little bit of ISK on the side and living out of one ship eventually became my focus.  I could not afford to throw ships away too much and whilst I could make enough ISK to stay afloat I had to be careful. Eventually I began to think about starting an ALT.

Now when I am talking about an ALT we are not talking about something that was going to make the game a job. I have always felt that far too many people play Eve like it is a second job. I wanted to start and ALT and play the game in a very different way.  Something that was almost the diagrammatical opposite of what I was used to playing. So I started a mining ALT.

Just to clarify, this ALT was started back in 2012. Back then mining was just as legitimate as any other profession in Eve. Since then, in my time away from the game, something has changed.  I had no idea mining would become something that was hated by a section of the player base. I still have no idea why this happened but back then I just wanted to experience another aspect of the ‘sandbox’ that is Eve.

Since that time a small but very vocal section of the player base, seems to have grown to really dislike mining. Although I am not entirely sure that is even true. But nonetheless if you like to read a lot like me then you would be forgiven, if you follow the forum hype alongside some of the stuff that you see on the internet (You Tube etc.). Reading all of that stuff you might be forgiven for thinking that mining is at the bottom of some sort of food chain. That it should be discouraged at all costs.

KarenSo I rolled another Minmatar character of the name Karen Sokarad and started training mining barges with a major focus on lasers and eventually crystals. First up at that time the big choice was choosing a barge that suited my style of play.  I was working on this blog and so I wanted something I could play on one screen whilst composing my posts. The obvious choice at the time was the Retriever with the larger ore hold. I did not want to have to do fiddly stuff with a hauler. Don’t forget Moriarity was in low sec and to be frank I needed downtime from worrying about always paying attention to the game.

I settled on skilling into a Retriever and found a home called Alakgur which is where I started mining. Back then everything was simpler, you could skill into a Barge like the Retriever relatively easily. Within a few days I would be out on the belts mining, blogging and reading about eve. The eventual changes to mining barges were released and I thought this was a great change to the game. Allowing more choice as well as freedom. This was before I decided to quit Eve because of real life. orefrigate6

It was when I got back – everything had changed. Miners seemed to be some sort of hated figure for sections of the player base. Something to be frowned at and looked down on. I had no idea what exactly had happened. That could be a good topic for another post maybe.

Pliction: Re-birth

The alarm rang throughout the ship, as it shuddered. The shields had melted within seconds. There was a brief pause before the hull crumpled ending the lives of four hundred souls. No chance, no time to respond. What should have been a brief mining trip ended in disaster. Outside the wreckage of the ship a pod sat still in space. Inside the pilot lay paralyzed. ‘What had just happened?’ She looked at her readouts trying to think, she should be doing something. ‘A gate, get to a gate!’ The pod ripped open and another life ended with a scream…..

….back in the station a clone slid to the ground, released from the stasis chamber, a pilot reborn. She lay on the floor head spinning, vomiting New Eden’s amniotic fluid onto the floor. She rolled onto her side, her eyes stinging in the cold light of the chamber. As she caught her breath she sobbed. ‘So this is what it means to be ‘ganked’?’

Alakgur had been a quiet system up to then. She and her crew had been able to mine without interruption amongst the belts. Everything was relatively safe, after all this was really her first venture into space. Her sizeable inheritance had been spent escaping her previous life in Alakgur IV and she joined the capsuleer race with all the naïve hope that brings. It ended that morning. Her naivety that is, along with the lives of four hundred souls. She cried and cried and cried.

She would never see them again. Johnny with his stupid oily grin as he came back from fixing yet another broken relay circuit in the mining array. She had not quite mastered power management yet and the result was a ship that often creaked and groaned at the edge of her skills. Gone was Scarlet with her red cheeks, strutting around the bridge analysing the mining yield, planning Karen’s next training, checking prices in Jita, Rens and Tash-Murkon. It had never occurred to Karen as she looked down on them from her pod that everyone was so vulnerable. It was her fault this had happened. She had read the stories of ganks in high security space, ‘you’re never safe in New Eden!’ Boy did she know that now and the cost. Four hundred souls gone in the blink of an eye.

She rolled over and slowly got up, a little unsteady.

‘Breathe Karen, Breathe.’

She stood on the wet floor, stasis fluid rapidly cooling, clone skin tingling with cold. Shivering she slowly walked across the room. Stood under the shower and turned it on. Cold freezing cold. She braced against the wall as the cold water blasted her skin. Closing her eyes she slowly collapsed against the tiles and curled up into a ball on the floor the water running over her new born skin, everything went foggy as the steam rose around her.

After an indeterminable while she emerged from the steam turned the shower off, got dried and put on the robe provided for her by Cromeaux Inc. The company had expanded into New Eden with the advent of cloning technology. The capsuleers had kept them busy. The sterility of the room belied everything that had just happened out on the belt. It seemed wrong that she should be here and the others gone.

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Later, down in the station, Karen settled into a chair at one of the stations many bars. A new clone is always starving with hunger. But to get the clone working properly you have to slowly introduce food, or risk making yourself ill. You can also, if you are careful, introduce the right food and the right amount, and the clone will adapt. This way you can keep it slim and ‘even fitting’. At least that is what the Cromeaux Inc brochure had said in that kind of cheerful corporate language.

‘Welcome to your new clone! We at Cromeaux Inc take pride in providing you with the very best in clone technology. In order for you and your new clone to get along there are a few things we would like to advise……

And on and on. She leafed through the brochure whilst she was sitting at the bar. She was ravenously hungry, when her mailbox blinked.

She looked at the mail stunned. CSM? What is that? Whatever it was she was never going to vote for someone who was nothing more than a low life terrorist. Gay Pride Boom’s ship would have been destroyed shortly after the gank by CONCORD. He had also killed hundred’s of people, and to what end? In seconds she received a request to open a chat channel with Gay Pride BOOM. She declined. What motivates someone to do this? Why be so outrageously hostile? She bit her lip in cold fury, and just like that she had got knocked sideways.

It was right at this moment that she saw him. Sitting at the end of the bar.