Whats in the box?

Scotty squinted at the asymmetrical ship and chuckled.  “Ev!  Break out a bottle, He’s back.”

“There always be a bottle handy, mon.”  Ev called back and they waited for Mike to exit his Pod and come down for a visit.

“Let me guess,”  Scotty drawled.  “You went and did some Federation Grand Prix.”

Mike grinned and tapped his comms.  “I HAD to, No self respecting Gallente would passup at least making a showing.”

“Fun?”  Ev asked.

Mike frowned.  “No, not really.  I have had more fun stepping into abyssal space.  I mean the runs were fine, Go Go Dancer there,”  He waved at the Atron in the hanger.  Is quick enough that I can make the runs fairly quickly and smoothly but I am not prone to the ‘death express’ so I fly all the ways back, each time.”

“Death express?”  Ev asked.

“Podders purposely die so the revive in a med clone next to the starting line.”  Mike explained.    “Not my way o doin tings so I flies instead.  Either way, I won me a box.”  He tapped the comm again and read it.  “A few skins, some trading cards, a booster, and some fireworks.  Well those will be handy.”

“For what?”  Scotty asked only to find both Mike and Ev laughing.

“I am Gallente, there is never a day I cannot find something to celebrate.”  Mike raised his glass.  “Today I celebrate being with friends.”

Ev and Scotty toasted him back and they spoke of other things.

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Lessons.

You can fly fast and run a few of these but I am told you get more isk/hr hauling.

I do appreciate the variety of things to do, of late andf I am absolutely loving the action when I want it of abyssal space.  May do a post on that one, soonish along with a small comment on the election results.

fly it like you won it.

m

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Lucky 13

“So, the election.  As I said I been busy but never to busy to pontificate and say who gets my votes.”  Mike carefully sipped a glass of rum and laid his hands on the table.  “First things first, those who have a shoe-in election, leaders and chosen of the null alliances?  Yeah they don’t need or want my vote.  So they are not getting it.  Those who appear to have put their name down and done bugger all after that?  Also eliminated.”

He eyed the bottle shook his head.  “Let’s start with the people I know and have dealt with often enough that they get my vote . . . anytime they need it.  Steve Ronuken, Otto Bismarck, Jin’taan, Commander Aze.  Then we have folks that come highly recommended by people whom I trust.  This includes Bei ArtJay, Sullen Decimus (and his campaign vid cracked me up), and Suitonia.”  Mike counted on his fingers.  “Damn that is seven already, isn’t it?”

Mike frowned and glanced at his notes.  “My short list is a hell of a lot longer than 3 more names.  After this it comes down to me wanting to see certain representation or people I have seen actively campaigning and communicating.  After all THAT is what this is all about, in the ned.  The ability to communicate.  Chainsaw PlanktonI know from a lot of time on the forums.”

Ev and Scotty muttered ‘eight’.

“Yeah yeah.”  Mike grimaced and nodded,  “Winter duFallen has a decent cv and I am interested to see how that one will play out.”

“Nine.”

“I CAN count without the use of a spreadsheet ya yobbos.  Last one to mention is Lorelei Ierendi if only to support hisec.  But the runners up are all worth looking at as well,
Cwittofur Cesaille, Saint Michaels Soul, Silver Suspiria, and Eurzadahn are among them.  If somoene thought they were better suited to represent THEIR part of this universe then they would be a good choice.”

“Using that logic then Goons would vote for Goons.”  Eve said.

“And you would be right on that.  but I am not a goon, some I have met were very nice folks and easy to work with, like Mynnna.  But they get their votes with or without the average unaligned voter so I want to say who I would like to see get in as well.  Thus my list.  But this bottle is empty and lonely, what say we empty another to keep the first company?”

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Lessons

Look, vote, whether for people I recommend or others.  The STV means that almost all of you will be sure that your vote actually counted, the order of the list matters (Steve is at the top of mine)

I am looking forward to seeing the results and maybe even running, once more, next year.

fly it like you won it

m

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Rummy nose

Mike slid down from the Firefist and staggered towards the hanger exit.  The Gila shimmered behind him as the bots started a scrub-down, standard with the possibility of contamination from abyssal space still a concern it was standard procedure for ships coming back.

He almost missed Scotty and Ev waving him over from the side bay.  A bottle between them and a few glasses showed he might not have to walk all the way up to one of the bars on the concourse.  “We’ve been waiting for ya.”  Scotty passed across a glass of amber rum.  “After all, we cannot vote without consulting the Oracle himself.”

Mike sprayed rum out his nose.  “Hels, is that  . . . I lost track of . . . dammit.  I have been out in Abyssal space and was trying to be a combination of prepared AND willing to be surprised.  I forgot all about what day it is.”  He wiped at his face and grimaced.  “Waste of good rum.”  Squinting at Scotty he growled.  “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yuppers.  Worth every drop.  Secret of good comedy and all that.”  Scotty grinned widely.  So, how is the Abyss?”

Mike looked over their heads for a moment before answering.  “New.  I mean I have been around the block a few times but having rules change, the performance of the ship alter, that is normally wormhole stuff.  Not something I can activate and have to myself.  The views are . . . well space is empty and I am used to a whole lot o nuthin.  Then I find myself looking out at . . . ”  He keyed up his comm and an image floated above them.

 

“Views like that are new . . . as are the denizens of that new space who seen to want a piece of anyone who drops in for a visit.  I arrived in time to see a mass of little buggers eating a Drifter battleship for breakfast in one stop.”

He looked at the images and shook his head.  “I was cautious, in my own way, and took a decently fitted Gila.  I’ll need to reload a bit and sell some of the filaments I scooped up before I head back out again.”

Ev whistled through his teeth.  “All dem cruisers be goin up up up in price, mon.  Gilas may be da worst o dem.”

Mike grinned.  “I know. I am not one to bling fit but the damn thing ran me a cool half bill.  I suppose my preference to Dessies has made me slower to buy/fly the bigger toys.”

“So you ran a couple of sites?”  Scotty asked.

“A shade over a half dozen.  Mainly ‘Calms’ and a pair of Agitateds.  I cannot remember their flavours.  The ship I was in did well and I learned a few things as I went along.”

“Like?”

“Like containers tend to throw shrapnel when they blow.  Like you don’t have to kill everything, just the right things.  Like you have SOME time to stop and admire the view but not a lot.  It is good old fashioned flying and paying attention is a bit important what with the time limit and all.”

“You had a good time?”

“I had a great time.  Some folks have asked if I might make an instructional about it and I think I might.  But you started this conversation to see what I thought of the election.  Pour me another and I shall do a short pontification.”

Scotty reached for the bottle as Mike leaned back and settled his thoughts.

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Lessons

Flying for fun again.  I LIKE these things.

I did a small adaptation of the Gila in the article here  damn good article.

I will be writing an election post in  a few hours but rl calls, right now.

It will be an abbreviated one . . . not my usual 3 parter.

fly it like you won it

m

 

 

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Homecoming

The Day-shift aerospace interface comptroller was checking his personal mail.  The daily shuttles on and off planet were done for the next hour so he was only in the position in case something unusual came up, and it almost never did.  The system was not a busy one and the planet was not connected to any sort of trade hub.  It was a place to live, to grow, to survive.  Gallente politics did not reach down to the grass roots and so they seldom bothered with news of the rest of the Universe, just what was going on at home and that was good enough.

“Sir?”  One of the scanner techs was trying to get his attention.  “We have a capsuleer on approach.  He seems to have disabled his warp and is actually coming in.”

“Into the atmosphere?  Is he going to make it?”  He tapped a control shunting the mail to the side and brought up a replica of the data the tech was looking at.  “Yup, he has circumvented the planetary  bypass systems and should be slow enough not to burn up on entry.”

“Do we scramble a response?”

The comptroller tapped a few keys and shook his head.  “No, it is not an attack.  Get me a full set of camera drones out there to shadow him down.” He looked at some info and then brought up a map.  “There, there is where he is headed and by the time he is done he will wish he had not made this trip.”

The tech was new and did not understand.  “Sir?”

“It’s a Homecoming, poor bastard.”  He brought up the images of the drones as they closed on the Navy Comet.  “Pretty ship.”  He spun away from the screen to face the tech and explain.

“Capsuleers don’t die, you know that right?”

“Yeah, lucky bastids.”

“Two sides to that coin.  They head off into space and make a life for themselves out there, Become famous, maybe, or die . . . a lot.  Whatever, they leave and live and live and live.  Thing is, the folks back home?  Family?  Friends?  Not immortal.  They age, they change, they die.”  The last was almost a whisper, it was said so low.  “In space there are no seasons, no change, no falling of the leaves or migration of the gnorks.  Time loses its meaning and the years pass.  For some of them a lot of years pass and they forget the mortal life they once had.  But every now and then one of them remembers and tries to come home.”

The ship was sweeping across the continent on a straight line for where the comptroller had predicted.  He glanced at the ETA timer and continued.  “They have forgotten the limits of time, of mortals and they expect to come home.  But there will be no homecoming for them, not one they want.”

He paused and brought up a history of the land plot and its inhabitants.  He knew that he would need the information soon.  Another drone was launched on an intercept course, it would get there just in time, he thought.  “So the prodigal son or daughter returns, but you cannot step in the same river twice.”

The drones slowed as did the ship, a wide field, a farm, once and a very small and tattered remains of a house in the center of it.  Even at its best it had been a humble abode and the years had not been kind.  The Comet stopped, hovering 3 meters off of the ground and just stayed, silent, still.

The comptroller stood, straightened his uniform and stepped off to one side before activating the last drone, a projector unit. His image appeared between the ship and the house.

Coming Home

“Sir, I know you have changed your name since you went into space.”  He looked up at the ship and paused.  “I also know that this was once your home . . . a long time ago.  But time has passed.  Your family ran the farm for almost a decade after you left before age and disease took your parents.  Your siblings have moved off planet, I do not know where and the land here has been uninhabited since then.  Neighboring farms have been granted permission to till the fields but the house here, as you see, is empty.”

He looked at the ship, nothing moved.  “There is nothing for you here, anymore.  I am sorry to bear this news but it true.”

Was it his imagination? Did the ship settle down just a bit, as though suddenly heavy hands held the controls within?  “If you wish I can forward all relevant information that I have told you to your files . . . ”

Like a skittish gnark the ship backed up a few meters.

“Sir?”

The ship rotated up and swept away from the farm, from the projection, from the past.   The comptroller sighed and stepped out of the projection, the camera drones were recalled and he sat back in his chair.

“Now what, sir?”  the tech asked quietly.

“Now nothing.  He knows there is nothing here for him.  No ties to come home to.  He won’t be back . . . he might not even live the night.”

“But he is . . . ”

“Immortal, yes.  But they can CHOOSE to end.  CHOOSE to lose.  Some do.  It gets to be too much for them and so they cancel all their clone contracts and”  he paused “I believe the term they use is ‘biomass’.  They recycle themselves and end.  They are immortal only as long as they choose to be, no longer than that.  He tried to come home but home had left him after he left it.  Some of them cannot handle that and this is heir goodbye.  Others?  Well others move on, find a new place and continue but I have never seen one come back more than once.”  He touched and control to confirm that the  ship had left the atmosphere and returned to space.  “Just log the visit.”

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Lessons

In rookie chat ‘can I ram a planet’ is a common question followed by ‘what happens if I fly too close to the sun’

Rixx did the art  https://www.flickr.com/photos/12832008@N04/40729561351/ and I could not help but write something for it.  Since he is off travelling he cannot complain for at least a week.  HA timing is

. . . wait for it . . .

everything

fly it like you won it.

m

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Minutes minutia

Mike laughed until he saw the length of the minutes the sighed and got down to work.  “This gonna take a bit.”

Free looked over and asked . . . “how is that stuff on stations coming?”

“My Onc used to say, woman?  don’t be nagging me, I said I would do it and you don’t have to keep asking every six months.”  Mike grinned.  “I is amazed Tanta did not kill him outright.”

Free rolled her eyes but agreed.  Tanta was not one to talk back to . . .

“Let’s see how fast I kin bang this out.”  Mike pulled out his comms and started muttering to himself as he went through the minutes section by section.

Monday:
04
Summit Welcome & Q1/Q2 Overview
08
The Agency
& UI/UX
11
Player Experience Team & Team Security
Security, Banning & Customer Service
15
PvE
18
ESI, API & Other Techie Stuff

“Hmm, Usual meet and greet to open.  Seagull is taking some time for kids so it is . . he squinted, Hellbunnie.”  He chuckled.  “Like to see that yelled across a stage someday.”

Sort brings up Jump Fatigue not being in the roadmap, CCP Hellbunnie responds saying that we have it on our list and it is being considered , admitting that this is a bad system which has room for improvement.

‘That is an interesting statement but without a timeline it falls into the ‘soon’ category.  Room for improvement does not mean ripped out root and stem.  Bah, politicians.  Then on to ship balancing and some more tap dancing.”

CCP needs to address existing features to retain, and increase the player base rather than focusing on Jesus features which are then deployed and not touched on again. Sort wants to see more of the promised iteration
on features which are released.

“That right there sums up a lot of what goes on all through. But I’ll still go through the rest, I spose. Then they got on the The Agency.  That is somethin I guess ‘works’ but ti was one of those things I was not really thinking need fixin.”

Sort suggests a graduation program of some sorts which could be implemented into the Agency system. This is something the team has been considering . Such as actively pushing the new players into corporations. Claymore says that advertising for specific corporations would not be feasible.
However, the option to show filtered recruitment ads for corporations which have marked activities which interests
the player would be an option.

“That seems to indicate they think the corps are always a ‘good ting'”

Free looked over at him.  “Aren’t they?”

“All depends on whose good you is tending to.  Stats show that some corp and social involvement MAY contribute to a pilot stayin in the biz longer. But is it making a sandbox back into a follow the path set before you, only difference is that the path is set by another pilot and not by the powers dat be.  Then again, some folks do needs their lil hands held and shown a way to go and cannot handle being left to their own devices.  You, me?  We the odd ones out, Free.  The Agancy was a halfway house, for folks who need some path but not always the one others follow.  In the minutes some of the CSM asked to make it easier to walk off the path to get clear of ganks, or find the right agents and got the ‘we’ll sees’.

“What would you have said if you were there, this time?”

“Depends, I woulda spent some time talking to folks who use the Agancy and see iffen it was working for them.  As usual Steve was there and did ask for some of the things I think I might have brought up as well.  The one thing that bothered be was the line about

Claymore clarifies that this is a technical issue as the Agency map is not “The map”.

And I get it, from a technical point but it would be nice iffen the two talked to each other a bit more.  I mean the Agency is for a specific type of pilot, you want to represent?  you talk to them.  I think I would be following up with Dragon and Shreddy, asking if they would be willing to take some after the summit ideas to heart if I went out and collected dem.”

“IF you were still CSM.”

Mike grinned.  “I guess, though I would be willin to help if I thought they would listen.  Don’t have to be elected ta be helpful.”  Mike read quietly for a while.

“Not like you to be so hushed.  Interesting stuff?”

“Security, Usually all you get out of this is a recipe or two.  This time they are discussing where people lose and where the vulnerabilities are,  A good thing for anyone to read and I do not think it would be wise for me to risk trimming or misquoting.

<translation, read the darn thing, they talk about how hacks and major losses happen>

“Then they get into the technostuff that I would look to Steve and see if he was nodding or frowning.  The key phrase that gave me a LOT of hope was a small one right at the end of the first days notes . . .

The CSM asks about Thunderdome. CCP Falcon says that the plan is to get it up again for the next tournament. CCP Bartender would want to see this turn into a heavily automated service to alleviate the burden on people within CCP.

Somethin like that makes me all happy.  I am a easily pleased, I spose.”

Free wisely decided not to ask him to expand on that.

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Lessons

I still follow the CSM, still read the minutes.  You can as well, they are here

I plan on doing a post for each day unless a day is lighter than this first one was.

fly it like you won it

m

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our house

 

“So what can you tell me about citadels?”  She asked.

Mike smiled at Free and bit back his greeting, seeing that she was all business like.  “Precious little I am afraid.  Being with Scope does not allow for me to build such things.  They are all handled by higher ups.  Why?”

“I was thinking about you bit of trickery with letting me stay in ships, getting me off of the local grids and less findable by those who might wish me harm.  If it works for me could I set up something a bit larger for a railway.”

“Why do they call it that, anyways?  Never mind.  Now I may not know much but I always enjoy learning.  Want me to go ask some questions?”  Mike was already reaching for his comms.

“Can you do that without tipping folks off about the reason for the questions?”  She looked slightly worried.

“Hey, it is me we are talking about.  Folks worry if I am NOT asking questions.  Given the recent battle it is only natural I would be poking around again.”

“Which battle?”  She frowned.

Mike sighed.  He knew she was a capsuleer but not one who followed the same news sources most did.  “Goons and Panfam were lined up to risk a lot of loss if things went down badly.  Goons were trying to destroy a keepstar.”

She smiled with a wicked grin.  “Destruction is easy, if you have the will and the stomach for it.”

“Ah but that is the thing.  Many pilots showed up for the battle but the Goons were unwilling to risk losing what they brought and the crowd made the battle difficult to parse or even track.  They will spend weeks arguing ‘oo did what to whom but end result was not the big bang they hoped for.”

“I have gone through the battle reports that I could find and basically the goons lost a lot more than the defending forces did, even including all the third part folks that showed up.”

“Third party?”

“It was well known that this was going to happen so a lot of scavengers, looters, opportunists and tourists showed up in addition to the combatants.  Hell things might have gone smoother if both of the main sides had opened fire on any interlopers.  But that won’t happen.”

Free frowned, distracted from the topic they had started with.  “Why not?”

“Goons love to be hated, they thrive on the tribal structure of being on the in or the out.  Us against the world is a great way to keep your people loyal BUT it means the world might take it personally.  Most of the 3rd party folks WERE hoping to see massive destruction but especially that of the Goons.”  Mike shook his head.  Being the villain is good for cohesion but  . . . ”

“But it is not as good for longevity?”

“I was going to say it is a tough act to keep up.  You build expectations among your own people as well as of the rest of the universe.  I read a very poignant piece by a Goon about how he felt after the battle.

If we would have won, we would all be sharing highlights from Zkillboard and Youtube clips while prepping the Rorquals and smartbombers for some isk making. If we would have lost and gotten our entire Titan, Super, and Fax fleet taken out we would be making fun of each others shit fits and talking about how much isk was lost and how much fucking isk we’d make while building that shit back up and prepping the Rorquals and smartbombers.

It is the one thing a bully cannot stand to be, seen as being afraid.”  Mike sighed. “But you want some questions answered and I will get on that.  Don’t wander too far away.”

Free smiled.  “I was hoping I might impinge on your hospitality.”

Mike grinned back, “Well that qualifies as not too far away but don’t tell Tanta, she already be measuring you up.”

“She did say I was like family, last time I visited.”

“Oh you already ARE family, she just wants to make it official-like.”  Mike laughed at the expression on Frees face.

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Lessons.

what was the rule of eve, never undock what you are not willing to lose?  Goons did.

I will be putting my questions together and bugging a few folks about citadels large and small.  If you have an opinion on them?  drop me a line in game or in comments.

fly it like you won it

m

 

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OOC: Help Text

I know that I have mentioned, once or twice that I spend a fair amount of time in Rookie Help Chat.  I was asked by a few folks where the links to my ‘lessons/lectures’ are.  Well?  to tell the truth there was no repository other than me madly typing (badly) into the in-game notepad.

So what this is is a collection of the notes but not the links.

first is my Bus annoiuncements

Operation Magic School Bus is in system

That means that for the next few minutes, I’m giving out free fitted ships to pilots less than 30 days old who speak up, here in local, and dock up at the only station in the system.

Or you can stay silent
and wonder if you missed out on free stuff. Your call, hero

Just a reminder, folks, keeping an eye on local is always a good habit to have (unless in Jita)

and my bounty lesson

1) People do not have a license to kill if you have a bounty., Open fire in hisec and Concord WILL take an interest.
2) You do NOT get the whole bounty, The bounty payout is roughly 20% of the value of all destroyed objects (ships, modules, cargo, implants), otherwise known as “Pend Insurance Estimate” on kill reports
3) Bounty is from other players so it may or may not mean something about the bountied character . . . good or bad. It means nothing about what Concord or the Empires think of them,

and the answer to ‘why can’t I loot this wreck’ that is commonly asked.

Is the container/wreck yellow? It’s because it belongs to someone else and if you did take it anyone (yes ANYONE) can shoot you for 15 mins. If you want to do that anyway you can turn your safety down by clicking the green dot by the hud

and the answer for ‘where did all the asteroids go and when will the come back?’

Mining Notice: At busy times the rookie system belts can and will be mined out. You can either go to other nearby systems OR take missions from career agents and watch for your own private asteroids inside some of the missions.

Belts respawn at 1100 Eve time

What I tell folks who ask why the Bus exists or what my scam is

I am not recruiting, I do not want you.
I am not scamming, what little you have is not worth my effort

Plenty of folks will try to scam you, Nobody will really double your isk. But I do hand out free fitted ships to new pilots.

Operation Magic School Bus is funded by older players who donate, wanting you to stay long enough in the game to be worth flying with or shooting at.

a clip of gate camp rules, raw

[22:16:50] Vol Jbolaz > Surviving Gate Camps.
[22:17:56] Vazara > Rule 1: Thou shall check the map for unusually high numbers of pilots in non station system/chokepoint systems. 25 pilots active in lxq? You might want to check to see if they’re friendly before you jumped in.
[22:18:16] Vazara > Rule 2: Thou shall fit a cloak. <br><br> Rule 3: Thou shall fit smartbombs in the rest of your high slots. <br><br> Rule 4: Thou shall fit an ECM Burst in a mid slot (you can only fit one due to an ECM Burst nerf so don’t bother fitting more).
[22:18:36] Vazara > Rule 5: Thou shall fit WCS in your lows. EXCEPTION: if you have a scout you can probably get away with 1 wcs and the rest nanos. <br><br> Rule 6: Thou shall be on the lookout for gatecamps starting at .4 space.

and my common how to make isk as a newbie.  Probably my most used lecture because how to make isk is a common question

OK, first off it is not easy for a new player to make enough to plex his account right out of the gate. The company wants to get paid. But there are ways to do it

Ask yourself. Is this a game or a second job? Do I want to spend time grinding in game so I can play for free and continue grinding?

Mining is steady, low attention and low return, but it is easy to get into and most folks start with it

Mission running. Like mining it is slow and steady and at least you look at something other than rocks. Once you get your standings up a fair amount of isk can be made in L3 and L4 missions. But alphas will be limited due to ship and fitting issues

Faction war makes lots of isk but has standing consequences you may not like.

Exploration is faster but always a bit of a gamble. People (new players) do manage to plex within 2 weeks. Others lose their ships and all the fittings. It is less of a sure thing but there is a higher payoff.

Trade. If you have the mind for it you can make boatloads of isk buying and selling. A lot of the extremely rich folks got that way in this gamer through trade. Thing is you need money to make money. For the knowledgable this is the way to go.

Bottom line? This is a game. If it become too much like work you are probably approaching it wrong and are far more likely to burnout or quit. Play, have fun, isk is not a goal just a tool to allow you more options.

Less used is the ‘off the beaten path’ lesson

1) open dotlan and then search for the system you are in example Conoban gives me this map http://evemaps.dotlan.net/map/Kor-Azor/Conoban#sec

2) look for dead ends, places off the path that go no where. Make sure they are not connectors to other regions (grey on map)

3) If the dead end has a station? even better or if it is a cluster of stars, a cul-de-sac Set the drop down filters on the top to show security so you know when you are wandering into null or lowsec.

4) copy the name of the destination, back in eve, alt e, search the name and drop down set to solar system. Rt click set destination and off you go

5) end of lesson and oh, please don’t autopilot. please

When I see a rookie with a really stupid name?

Choices: Your name may be cool and edgy now but there is no in game way to change it. If you expect to play long term, go to meetups, become a famous FC do you want to be called that to your face? Just askin

And another collection page I call the Welcome

Welcome to Rookie Help Chat. This channel exists for 30 days then you are shoved out of the nest. Helpers include Vets of the game, ISD’s and GM’s and the occasional Dev. Ask your question or watch and learn from others who ask

Learning how to play Eve is tough. We Know. The best places to learn: this chat, eve uni wiki, career agents, trial and a LOT of loss and error. google and youtube once you figure what to ask

Correct ammo is found by rt click weapon-info-used with. Loading? Have ammo in ships hold. rt click weapon while in space, load. If docked alt f and drag and drop ammo onto guns

Autopilot is a punishment for laziness AND a ‘Gank Me’ sign that you hang on yourself

Begging for isk in Rookie Help chat is like asking people at a homeless shelter for spare change, rude and stupid, please do not do it.

If someone is irritating you in chat rt click their name and select Block, handy tip, no?

Grrr Rant There is no BEST in Eve, stop asking. It is all situations and skills and so many factors that Best ship Best guns, Best way to make isk do not exist. Best is not a thing, ok?

That is the test part, there are pages and pages of links that I drag drop but they make more sense in game than out

I am hoping you all survived this year.  next year eve turns 15.  Wow.  And the Bus keeps on rollin

fly it like you won it and oh, since it tis the season.  1 week to leave a comment and be entered in a draw . . . 499 plex (I had 500 but I ate one)

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Quick list

A lot of things buzzing through my head as we move into the holiday season and it has been a while since i posted. Let me just point form this puppy and see where I get

– Celebrating the 3 year anniversary of Operation Magic School Bus.
-It is time for me (and any others interested to get cards sent to ccp for the holidays. I mean real cards, dammit. Not emails/dms not snapbook or instachat or facetweet.
-Huge changes to alpha and omega and I am really liking some of the discussion of business models and eve futures in the brave new world. Other parts of the discussion scare the beejeebers out of me. I still do not know where I fall on the alpha mini injectors but my instincts tell me that I am probably against it.
-The election is coming as is the next summit and dammit I never finished my write up of the last one. (makes another note in the todo list)
-Holidays mean the Bus hands out extra stuff. I have been giving ships to the occasional regular helpers of Rookie help chat and a bit more generous in the stops at career systems Still debating if I WANT to start handing out the occasional BC and more common cruisers.
-Have the frigs changed? Do I have to rewrite fits (again) (I looked, no, for now)
-Are you lot interested in seeing how I do Bus fits, maybe class by class or race by race
-I do have to do some fiction soon.

This is the third year for this and I am pushing it again The concept is simple. I want you (yes, YOU) to send a Christmas card to CCP. Not a digital thing but an honest paper and stamp card. I push it early because we are talking international mail and its speeds.

Address of the main office in Iceland is

CCP hf.
Grandagarður 8
101 Reykjavik
Iceland

fly it like you won it

m

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Preppers

Mike was pouring through the minutes but nobody cared about that, anymore.  All the news was about the fall and flip that actually was supposed to have been engineered WHILE at the Summit.  He sighed.

“Did you hear the . . . ”

“If this is about CO2, Scotty, yeah I probably did hear at least three versions and I am unwilling to bet any of them are correct.  See, that is the key.  There is no truth, in something like this, for the main actors.  They justify or glorify or misremember how much they were involved and nobody likes to be spear carrier in the final act.  So each was a mastermind, each was a key element.  And, as a result.  There is no truth.  Not for them, anyways.”

Scotty squinted.  “Who does get the truth?”

“Line members.  They get the hard truth of what has happened to them.  They have to face what looks to be the dissolution of something they have fought for, built, laboured on for years.  They lost a lot of ‘sweat equity’ and I expect some will walk away at this point, hung up their pods and go home.  Others will try to find shelter under other flags but this truth is going to last a long time.  They probably don’t care about who or why or how, just what . . . what next.”  Mike voice was soft at the end.  “Well, at least those who weren’t preppers.”

“Preppers?”  Scotty looked curious, “This some ‘down-home’ word of yours?”

Mike nodded.  “Old one.  There are folks who are always sure the worst is about to happen so they prepare for it.  Most times they get laughed at for being so paranoid but then things do go down they are the only ones ready.  They have stashes and backups and are ready for almost anything.  As a result when something big DOES happen, they are the only ones ready or calm.”

“So what would a CO2 prepper do?”

“Well in the case of a null corp like CO2?  I would always have a failsafe stash somewhere in hisec.  Something you can carebear with, be it incursions, mining, missions, whatever.  A place you can still go an fly.  That way if someone gets control of the corp memvbership and boots you out?  You have a place to go.”

Scotty grinned.  “You have a cache or two yourself, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but with me it is more distribution of assets due to laziness, not preparedness. I just like having things handy so I buy and keep them spread about.  The second rule is don’t own too much, isk in your own wallet is safe, stuff in other peoples citadels is not.  But, that being said?  Isk in a wallet does nothing.  Just do NOT keep all your assets in the same unsafe place.  When flying in null you make sure you have some doctrine ships handy but not every damn ship you own, especially the blingy ones.  A real prepper could probably tell you the percentage of assets you can put at risk in dangerous territory, for me?  What you can lose and not cry about.  Which is how I used to treat any ship I had in null, anyways.  If you treat it as already lost then theft or flip of a station just settles the matter but is not a shock to your system.”

Mike paused.  ‘The last thing is the hardest, or always was, for me.  To live within your means and not pour all your hopes and dreams and assets into one thing, one endeavour.  If you do and lose it?  well you better to be ready to rebuild,  Kiplings If leaps to mind.  And when you are a nomadic organization?  Sinking roots is just plain silly, have the means to move if and when that becomes necessary.  Prepare, stay prepped and then you survive the storms.  Fail to do so?  Well then we are back it ‘If’.”

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Lessons

Yes I will finish the minutes but this was boiling through my head in the wake of Judgement Day (or whatever you want to call it)  If you do not know thew incident to which this refers?  Do some reading but remember what I said about truths.

I gave my daughter a summary of the events and she cried out, no, not the Goons, when I got to who benefited.  This from someone who never has played, just listened to her father.

Fly it like you won it

m

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But No Timelines Set

“Ey, you readin dat ting Mike be readin as well, mon?”  The fitting team looked up from the Loki that they were working on then went back to work.

Scotty grinned and looked down at his own comm.  “Yeah, figure if I read it then I won’t have him talking my ear off about it.”

“So wats it say, den?”

“I am up tot he bit about structures, you know . . . out with the old and in with the new.”

“So, when be dat comin about?”

“Don’t know.  They seem to have it planned but not timelined.  Speaking of time, though they did talk a lot about vulnerability timers.  From that they talked about taking down the old dead sticks.  Though one of them asked if it was really a problem.

Steve asked what it was that made the council believe there were lots of abandoned structures, to which various members of the CSM replied that it isn’t actually the case at the moment, but they can see it happening in the next six months based on their own plans if they were invaded to just drop citadels all across space.

 

They talked about something called an FC ship, but didn’t seem to go into details.”

“If it is shiny I expect we will see one, soon enough here in dock, eh?”  Ev laughed.

“Most likely.  Then they got onto a bit about upcoming events and circumstances.  There was a question about why things like the Blood Raiders are not being run as was expected.

CCP Larrikin asking the CSM on their thoughts on the Blood Raider Shipyards. Specifically, he asked why they were not being run. Aryth answered that they had been waiting for interest to die down so they could run them without drawing
attention.

Which sounds like a good plan, not everyone wants to know what you are up to.”

“Unless dat be your job, ta tell em, eh?”

“Which leads us to the next bit.  They are going to be breaking up the o7 show.  Rather than one bit episode they will go with smaller pieces.  Then they got on about that party Mike is getting ready for.  Vegas.  Room and capacities and such.  To me?  It sounds like Jita, with more lights.”

“A real den o’ iniquity, eh?  He will fit right in.”

“Aaand speaking of holes, they started in on wormhole space.  Seems some wormholers actually bait and kill drifters, using their citadels.”

“No, well aint dat just a cryin shame”  Ev made a mock sad face and then laughed.

Scotty smiled and nodded before adding.  Wormholes look like they are coming up on the horizon, not soon but just the same . . .

CCP Larrikin replied that there had previously been discussion on modules that only work in specific areas of space, so you could have new modules that only work in a certain wormhole with a particular effect. CCP Larrikin continued that wormholes are one of the areas of space that CCP are happy to add some
heavy complexity.  CCP Fozzie added that Tech 3 modules are inevitable at some point in the far future so they could work with this. Noobman described that refineries and the
moon mining mechanic would be a big boon to wormholes in that it would allow corporations in wormholes to then able to have corporation-level income activities.

They have come a long way from ‘nobody will ever live in there”

“Yeah, dem capsuleers always find a way ta beat the odds and make fools of anybody trying to predict what they will do next, eh?”

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Lessons

http://cdn1.eveonline.com/community/csm/Meetings/summit/CSM12-S1.pdf

This is a light cover from page 21-30 and was fund to read.  Understand, again, that I am just doing a light pass over it in these commentaries.  The details, if you want them may be found by reading the original document.

Between the lines is hard to read but fun when you try.  You won’t always be right but try, just the same.

fly it like you won it

m

 

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