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I tried some hunting this morning...

I tried to hunt some guys down in my home system. I failed. I did make the effort.

First, I blame my auto dock reaction. The guy had come through in a scanning heron while I was doing a site. I commented to him that he never talks to me. I talk in local. I can often get people to talk to me. Maybe I am odd that way.

Anyway, he tells me that he does not speak English and that he is Chinese. He also said he was scanning. I said so was I. He said that made us enemies. I told him to bring the pewpew.

He left the system.

A bit later he came back with a cynabal and a drake. I was out in my cane. I did a quick status check and realized that both the cynabal pilot and the drake pilot are less then two months old. Interesting.

So, I talked to them some more while I got backup. In my mind, I realized that I should be able to tank them both and kill at least one. They have warrior 1's out and they are doing a site. I start to distract them as I try to find out where they are.

We have this conversation:
[12:17:59] Sugar Kyle > hi :D
[12:18:02] Sugar Kyle > bigger ships and friends today?
[12:18:37] 20 J > my buddy
[12:19:06] Sugar Kyle > I see
[12:19:17] Sugar Kyle > hes normally buzy squatting on the plex
[12:20:01] Falcon KF > I am isk farmer what they call me
[12:20:08] Sugar Kyle > yes that is what they would call you
[12:20:34] Sugar Kyle > what are you doing today?
[12:21:42] Falcon KF > no mind

The Falcon KF person I recognized as someone we had started to report as a bot in another system. At downtime I'd see him log on (I come home when the servers are rebooting) and go straight to a static 2/10 plex in a high sec pocket. He then spends 12 or so hours a day in that plex.

I've never seen him in something that was not an assault frigate. Today, he was in the cynabal. They lost the drake in the plex they were doing. I had scanned the system, so I can only assume they had an escalation from next door.

I reported him as an ISK farmer. He may have been joking with me. However, the signs were there. The nosy gamer was writing about the fact that the new Unified Inventory system has broken a lot of the botting programs out there.

I did not manage to get them. Just as a warpin was nailed they popped the overseer and ran.

Sigh.

I really am at an awkward phase where I want to do adult things but I am still in a pups body. I've been pretty pissed off recently, so its a bit hard to remind myself that I will get there.

I actually stopped and looked back at my "to get" skill list. I'm almost done with it. I was surprised by that. However, I've been following it rather faithfully for months now.

Lately however, I've been super sensitive or everyone really is questioning my lack of skills. I have 6.8million skillpoints. I'm trying. I'm not there. Good lord, I'm so not there. I've worked so hard to accept that things will take time. Now it feels like sometimes, people around me forget that fact.

Sigh. Grumpyness.

Did I mention that the boys had all sorts of amazing pewpew last night?

Yeah... I'm going to bed.

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