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Mission are still not working out

Sleep did not suddenly make me kick ass it seems.

My goal was to try some level 2 missions. They are easy enough and if I just keep doing them mindlessly they do build up after a while. My goal was more mission standings then isk. I thought I would be productive.

So, when I immediately went and selected a level 3 mission instead of the level 2 at the same agent. Some stupid part of my said that I should give it a try. After all, it was not a blockade or angel extravaganza. I should be able to do it. Everyone says that a player of my age should be able to do it. Hell, I've been ridiculed for not being able to do level 3 security missions yet. I've been told that its easy. I've been told that it's rather pathetic that I can't do level 4 missions yet. I've had the easiness of them rubbed in my face over and over again. Everything involving PvE in Eve is easy according to just about everything I hear. The problem is not that the missions are hard but that I suck.

So, in an effort to be independent and not suck and do what it seems like everyone else in the game does I decided that I should just try to tackle the mission.

Of course, I epically fail. I manage to kill 2 things before I'm run out of the room well into structure. I also lost a full flight of hammerheads.

I guess more NPCs spawned because now I can't even put any damage onto anything before I am in half armor and running away. My little repairers can't keep up. I release me drones and immediately call them back because I am dying and need to leave. I tried running in and moving away to draw them out but the just webbed me in place so that I could be shot easier.

I even tried to change out my fit some. Blasters I guess in mediums in an attempt to do more damage to things when they are close up. I need a different set of armor things. I know that there is something about armor damage types vs mission or something but I've never really gotten a grasp of it and what it means and what to buy to work with it. So, I have what I have and its not working at all.

Really, I don't have any fucking idea what I am doing and I'm not figuring it out. I read a lot but its just not sinking in fast enough for me to understand how to do these things. I hate mission running. I truly hate it as an in game activity. However, I feel like absolute, useless, leeching shit for not being able to do them and make my own isk off of my own missions. I've already been told that I am. I don't want to be someones in game ornament that they keep around because they like me. I've managed to spend about 6 times what the reward for the mission would have been if I had finished it just repairing my hull and buying new drones. The mission isn't even vaguely accomplished. I've killed a grand total of 3 things.

This will be the 4th time I've fucked my standings with a group because I have to give up security missions I attempted and failed at. Two and a half months in and I still can't do the basics. Reality is pretty harsh but not everyone can be good at a game that they like to play.

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