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Roaming and game drama

People are great sometimes.

I was out on a roam, my first one in quite a while. It seems that our group of seven was to large and blobish for people. At one point, we had two member's hang out in a belt as bait and the bait was taken. They were jumped by 5 ships. The rest of our group arrived and the five ships screamed blob at us. Now, they landed with a full load of battle cruisers. We were a mix of battle cruisers, logi, and me in my cruiser noobing it all up.


We did land two oracle kills of which I got to loot one of. Looting other players feels weird but I've grown used to it. For one I grabbed all of his faction crystals and guns that dropped. I got to keep the stuff as well and it went into my hoard to sell for isk


One thing I have learned is that faction crystals are horrible. I was so excited to get them and then found out I could not sell them because they were used. You can't sell broken items on the market and amarr high grade crystals are damaged over time and not repairable. This put a serious cramp on my gleeful isk making.
I wound up contracting them to a friend. It turns out they are pretty much new with only 4% damage.

However, when that person died and the gateguns shot at me some, someone on voice coms said that "Now I know why you don't engage non flashies on a gate in a rupture" and I'm thinking... am I not supposed to pewpew? Am I just hanging out? If I only waited for people who are flashy (-5 sec status) I'd never shoot at anyone and then what am I doing? There is risk involved and we have logi ships on grid with us.

Anyway, the roam was not as productive as we'd like. Most of the ships that we attacked fled. That blob accusation with the blob and counter blob or whatever you want to call it, they all slipped away. They had serious, serious speed on their side. It was crazy as everyone ran everywhere tossing tackles left and right.
While unproductive for everyone else, my two kills made me happy. I had to chase after both and put some effort into it. I still feel weird about enjoying someone elses destruction like that. But I do and I would expect them to enjoy mine.

Anyway, twenty jumps later we are home and I manage to convince the boyd that they want to do level 5 missions with the rest of their time.

Only two missions in the end but two is much, much better then none. Its a great time to chat and discuss the roam and ask questions as they kill shit and I salvage it.

Anyway, as I'm doing this, in a chat room I hang out in one young man is having a fit about women. I look into chat as female gamers are being discussed. According to him, he has never met a hard core female gamer. They all just hang around to socialize and be useless talking about movies and cookies. Also, they tend to be ugly. I commented that I'd not defend my gender and instead play in low sec. He said, "I hope you get blown up and podded. That's why I can't stand girls. They have such thin skin. The moment someone discusses something politically incorrect they get all touchy."

My goodness. The amusing part was that I was floating in .03 space salvaging a mission and managing not to die as the mission went on around me. That is because my corpies are amazing.
However, I still have to get it out of low sec.

Thrasher for the win. Its a bit faster then my catalyst.


So. Many. Guns.















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