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Tears start rolling!

“der Wille zur Macht”



As always before Hulkageddon even starts, the crying begins.

I’ve posted a few of the first ones on the hulkageddon page (incidentally, why are you not reading that right now? It should be your start page holmes!)

I’m always rather amused by this, amused and intrigued.

“But why do you care Helicity? This is nothing new?”

Good question. I care in the sense that I find it mystifying, I am literally incapable of understanding the reasons. Yes, I too complain of imbalances on the forums sometimes, but this will almost always be about something I literally cannot change or control in any form. There is a subtle difference, these people go out of their way to judge others and make sweeping statements about their personalities, which harm upon them and in some regrettable cases in the past actually threaten my life.

All because they do not understand they have all the power they need to counter anything we might do using in-game means.

Let that sink in… they go so far as to threaten me (or us, technically) and wish us ill… because they are too lazy or uncreative to use the truly massive amount of empowerment EVE gives it’s players to their advantage.

EVE is all about empowerment, almost everything in the game can be done by players. The PLAYERS have power in the game; in a very real sense Hulkageddon is shining example of this; It exists BECAUSE I am empowered by the nature of the sandbox to make it exist.

This is the fundamental divide between the successful player and the failure. The successful player is, or becomes, aware that he or she can do almost anything. There are a few limits imposed by the ruleset of the server and the mechanics of the game, but everything else is possible.

As an example: You want to build a huge megacorp, with a massive fleet and conquer space?

ANYONE can do it. You just have to want to do it and work for it.

The ” losers” however fall at the above two points, lacking either or both. They just want to lazily repeat a set of motions they have conditioned themselves to perform, with the only goal being an ever fattening wallet. They do so without true lust for results; the result is expected instead of actively sought after. The clever player looks at hulkageddon as an opportunity, not a curse.

Sadly no amount of rational explanation can endow a passive person with the drive that EVE requires of it’s players. EVE is greedy mistress, all of us have felt it at times (and sometimes needed breaks) It is the nature of the Beast, and the Beast will not be denied.



8

Farewell old friend

2009.08.28.00.36.52


Helicity gritted her teeth so hard a chip snapped off one of her molars, the Armor plates of her cruiser began peeling away and buckling under the torrent of fire of the dozen or ships chasing her.

Her targeting systems were completely blanked out by the insidious interference of the Falcon off her port side.

Damn, Damn, DAMN IT TO HELL.

Another rumble, her left engine exploded in flames, a scorching agony that felt like someone had jabbed a hot poker in her calf.

SCREW YOU BONEHEADS! FUCK YOU!

She roared over her comm system, the drones were still at their job fortunately, having been set to the task of ripping apart a Brutix battle cruiser in the asteroid belt below. More enemy reinforcements landed nearby, a volley of high velocity projectiles ripped a line of holes down the right side of her Arbitrator, more pain, more anger.

The sensors came back online, with a snarl Helicity let out her frustration and anger in the form of powerful energy neutralizers that disabled the rifter that had kept her microwarpdrive from functioning with it’s warp scrambler. The now functioning systems revealed the Brutix below was listing dangerous to a side, it’s armor riddled with smoking and burning holes.

Just a litte more, just a little more, you can do it baby.

She engaged the microwarp drive, the lurch of inertia tangible even inside her capsule, it was hard to breathe, she was venting atmosphere, she shut down her feed to the internal comms. The crew was mostly dead already, callous as it seemed, they meant nothing to her. They were microorganisms inhabiting the digestive system of her gleaming metal form.

A missile detonation coincided with the shrieking implosion of the Brutix below, the other pythons were largely making good their escape. But Helicity knew she was not getting away. Not this time.

It’s a given for each vessel of war, an inevitability, they all died in fire and mayhem sooner or later.

The rifter had caught up with her again, her swift acceleration restrained once more, sensors indicated a veritable hail of fire being flung towards her now.

This is it. This is it. This is it.

The EMP rounds from a Muninn ripped through her hull dead center, like knives to her gut, in terrifying slow motion she could see herself through the camera drones, once a golden gleaming warmachine, now a blackened burning husk. She spun slightly under the impact before the plasma reactor went critical and everything went white.

Sickening nausia of the separation overtook her, but she knew better than to linger in her escape pod, the tiny warp engine engaged and the wreckage of her old friend quickly became a tiny spec of light and was then swallowed up by the night.

Good bye old friend…


After nearly a year of constant service, my favorite Arbitrator finally bit the dust in amamake last night. as close as I can tell this particular hull has been involved in well over a hundred kills.

She served me well in various configurations, and was the only ship I’ve EVER had to renew the insurance on. She’d escaped more ridiculously dangerous situation than I care to remember, including several smoky low-structure getaways.

I went back and salvaged her wreck, the single metal scrap I got from it is now in my trophy can :)

Do you have a favorite ship? Or a really lucky one? Let me know!