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The Encouragement Story

I've said before that I rarely give away isk. Today must be a different day. I've dropped a few hundred mil on Somer blink and I had an interesting interaction with a new player.

In a chat a new player said that he was scared to leave the station.

"Why for?" he was asked.

"There are pirates out there. They are -10 and they will kill me."

It turns out that he had needed a skillbook for Heavy Missiles. He found it at a discount two jumps into lowsec. He decided to be brave and go for it.

He made it to the station and had his skillbook. He was in his destroyer fit with everything he needed to mission. The only problem was that there were two people sitting outside the station, waiting for him.

"If you die you die. Don't let yourself be held hostage."

"This is three million worth of stuff! I know its not a lot to you but it is to me!"

He was three days old.

"Okay. Here." I deposited 5 mil into his wallet. "You can now replace your ship. Undock and do everything in your power to make it out of there."

"Oh wow! Thanks!"

"I've removed the isk loss to you. You have 200k skillpoints, no clone issues, no implants and nothing to lose. Go take hold of your game undock, escape, and flip them the finger."

"Okay!" He undocked. "They are locking me!"

"You can only escape or explode!"

"I'm out! I got away!"

"THen you are fine."

"I'm sitll in low sec."

"Jump the gates and get back to high sec."

"Okay! Thank you!"

"Yup. Enjoy your isk and don't let anyone dictate your game to you."

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