And the fc said “Let there be supers.”

Today during a quite boring solo roam I came across a 30-40 man frigate fleet.
Normally this is nothing to be worried about, you die all the time in new eden and one more frig in a sea of losses means nothing. Unfortunately this was different, they had decided to set a course for one of our outer systems where some of our most braindead capsulers insist on mining in large unwieldy ships referred to as rorqs.

Having been the first to spot the fleet I made an executive decision and put out a ping to all nearby friendly pilots on our local intel frequency that there was a good sized fleet of faction frigates headed straight to our outer systems, to make sure you were safe or ready to fight.
After having done that I decided to follow the fleet in my pod to see what fun could be had.

I found the mass to be less than friendly even after I had used their own time honored greeting of “already replaced”, thankfully they decided that having a capsule follow them 10 jumps was fine even if they planned to be hunting in our space.
I continually updated our intel frequency while following the unhappy swarm of bees up till they landed on the gate to the edge of our pocket.
I foolishly decided to take a pause and say hello again to see if they would respond any better, they did not, and my pod was promptly treated to a salvo of explosives and lasers.

Having found myself back in our home I decided to join the voice communication frequency to see what was to happen to the fleet.
The first words I heard were a mix of “Titan logged in”, “They have dreads and supers moving”, “Im warping my titan to gate at 30”, and “My rorqual is tackled cyno inhib going up in 50 seconds send help”.
Once again I made a quick decision and muted all voice communication from that com and moved to the text channel only to see much the same type of spam.
Thankfully through all that I did manage to read a message for sub caps to fleet up in ships capable of launching bubbles and other such things. Having heeded the call to arms i fleeted up in my flycatcher and undocked ready for anything that might come my way, or so I thought.
Having undocked I decided to unmute the com to ask where we were supposed to go and who was our fc.
The next few words were all that it took to let me know there was not to be a fight. “All titans get ready to bridge, all supers undock, all carriers and dreads jump to cyno.”

Having heard the call for capitals I decided that the only thing I would be useful for was possibly scooping up any loot and corpses ( to reprocess for sodium later) so once again I reshipped this time into a smaller faster frigate with a combat fit and plenty of cargo space and took the nearest jump bridge to the system that they had last been reported in.
landing on grid the first thing i noticed was a titan on gate along with a half dozen supers and a light sprinkling of carriers and dreads, the second thing I noticed was several wrecks and some corpses floating about.

I hated it but my instinct was correct, there was no fight to be had, and so my solo roam became a salvaging run.

On the bright side I made back more than my ishkur was worth so “already replaced” quite literally applies here.

I legitimately dont like the fact that capital and supercapital ships are now the be all end all in null pvp but I accept the fact that it was and still is inevitable so i have begun working on getting all my toons into caps. Maybe one day I will be able to solo dread bomb.

The Apex Addiction

To my eternal shame I have once again been sucked into the merciless mistress that is a new battle royale game.
This game “Apex legends” has so far given me a crippling fear of flares, the ability to shoot people behind walls, and a love of grenades that can be matched by no mere casual.

This game while free to play feels like a polished fps, if you chose to ignore the horrific netcode, buggy movement, scuffed medical balance, and other minor bugs like memory leaks, constant crashes, and broken lobbies.
In other words this is the perfect new f2p battle royale and it needs to be made into an esport asap.

That being said, MY GOD it is FUN. As of this moment I have sunk nearly 90 hours this past week into the game and have found myself enjoying every second of it.
Even when playing on european servers with my good friends I still find the gun play satisfying and responsive; I can not say the same for many other games in this genre.

To be quite honest I hope the devs do this game justice because it really is quite fun. I look forward to sinking many more hours into this buggy mess of a game and I hope you all get the chance to enjoy it to.

The Carebear Syndrome.

Carebear, The mere mention of the word sends shivers down the backs of strong and proud capuleers who have yet to succumb to its hateful grasp.
A dreaded disease that slowly infects all dwellers of new eden. Reports as early as the dark ages when the Jove were first settling curse, of good capsuleers succumbing to the madness within, working tirelessly for hours with a fervor never seen before in a living being. (Or as close as a capsuleer can be)
This madness spread, and over the Fifteen millennia since the eve gate opened, and though many research teams have dedicated their lives to attempting to solve this horrific disease a cure has yet to be found.
Though some hope has emerged. Some capsuleers have proven incredibly resistant or immune to this disease, new research suggests there might be away to combat the disease, or maybe even a cure; for now though we can only hope and pray that this new breakthrough will come soon.

I can feel its call again.

I need to get back to my havens and sanctums or my ticks will suffer.

Oh god he made himself a blog.

Having found myself with more free time than anyone with an active imagination should have I found myself itching to have a place to share my inane, insane, or otherwise incidental thoughts.
Join me as I discuss my many loves such as online spaceships, Science fiction, Strategy games, the occasional fps, indies gems, power metal, and other things that occasionally catch my attention.
I hope you enjoy my writing and opinions, and wish you the best of luck. Don’t forget to turn off your afterburners on the way in or you might collapse the hole behind you.