Skip to main content

A Hop From Me to We

"Why does your alliance name sound familiar?"

"AT?"

"No.. hmm..."

And thusly, I received my first negative reaction from someone whom happened to cross the nonfleet member side of Capital Punishment.’s fleet roams. It seems that the gentlemen in question had decided to make his fortune in low sec. Unfortunately for him, he decided to settle to his carebearing in Molden Heath.

It took a bit to figure out who he was. There is a reason that I run two to three Eve clients, a Chrome browsers, a Firefox browser, and about twenty tabs at any given moment. I am an Informavore. Once I found him and skimmed the kill mails I was a little bit more informed as to what I was dealing with. I can say that I was never involved in a roam where he died. He told me that eventually he took to leaving the system if one of us logged in. We also stole his plexs more than once. I may have been involved in that.

The sensation of reciving the mildly bitter blame for hindering his game progress was a bit uncomfortable at first. It was not about Sugar the player, it was about Sugar the Capital. Punishment alliance member. I could easily say, “I did not pewpew you, why are you blaming me?” Instead I stepped forward and talked to him. I absorbed his bitterness and presented myself as what I am. A player, who lives in low security space, shoots people and is rather friendly and often good natured at the same time. I let him pour some of his frustrating out on me and accepted that he was not frustrated with me or frustrated with my boys but frustrated at his own thwarted goals. It was different.

At one point I would have tried to pet and sooth him and perhaps even appolgize. Now… well we did nothing wrong. I can absorb the bitterness as par for the course. If we had done something wrong, broken a promise, or something that would be a different matter. Nonconsensual spaceship touching was not something I could do more then explain to him that it was not personal. “We never targeted you,” I said.

Some people would tell me to say all sorts of fun things like "HTFU" or "Grow a pair" or whatever their flavor of insult was for the day. That's never been my thing. Perhaps, a conversation can reach such a point but at the start no thank you.

“I felt targeted."

“You were where we live. This is what we do. It’s not personal.”

Pewpew can get personal. I will not try to dismiss that. While "It is a game" is tossed out, emotions and energy run high in games. It is one of the draws of them. Mix in the anonymity of the internet and things can develop a viciousness that is almost startling. I'm sure it can feel personal to run from the same names every time they jump in system with the knowledge that if you hang around they will probably go for you.

None of that makes it personal. In low security space, spaceships pewpew other spaceships. "I just started to leave when you came in system. I couldn't get anything accomplished."

As I skimmed over his killboard I could see why he was bitter. He lost four tengu that month. We happened to be the last group to have killed him.

It was an interesting day for talking to people. Earlier that same day, I had my first diplomatic conversation. Someone had heard something and wanted to check. We cleared up the issue as much as possible. It was not dramatic or large but it was a little first for me. A dipping of my toes into these dark waters. I like peep toe shoes as well, so I can feel the chill of the newness directly.

I have to step back and remember that I was not always this site scanning, free wheeling, pirateish Eve online player. I was asked once why I spend so much time with new players and carebears. Beyond the fact that I adore helping people, it’s a matter of not losing touch with everyone else in the game. I’ve developed some friends in null sec as well. Their thoughts and opinions interest me. Through the eyes of the people I know I can view the rest of the game without the tint of my own experiences. I may not agree on a personal level, yet it is good to know what affects people.

It seems that this is an entry step into another part of the Eve subgames. Here, game play becomes about people. Success is measured in communication and becomes intangible. I feel like opposite reflection to Gevlon sometimes. He is so scornful of socials. A major chunk of my game play is about embracing socialization and constructing my game play out of my interactions with those around me.

I want to mold my image as approachable and reasonable. I feel that I am both. I enjoy talking to people in general. I know that a certain set are automatically repelled by my participation in spaceship violence. I can only hope that sometimes or at some point they can peer past the preconceptions. Not everyone will like me (amazing as that is) but I do hope people can feel that they can talk to me.

I guess thats why they stapled some labels onto me and cast me out into the wild.

Comments

  1. You stop him doing what he want. You can tell him anything you want, you'll still be a monster in his eyes because of the things you do.

    The only helpful thing you can tell him is to stay in highsec. He'll make much more money there because he doesn't need to run all the time.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. At least I will be a pleasant monster to talk to

      Delete
  2. Always astounded when a character wealthy, and (un)skilled, enough to LOSE. FOUR. TENGUS. Doesn't seem to have a clue about how the game works. A newcomer trying to haul stuff through Rancer in an Iteron I deserves a talk and maybe a tip.

    Complaining about not being able to get anything done in lo-sec while flying a T3 cruiser? That's "L2P newb" territory.

    Character Bazaar?

    Mike.
    Tenguless in New Eden.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Out of curiosity, have you ever tried making an alt to hang out in rookie help answer questions? It's an occasional hobby of mine and surprisingly informative (you never know what's going to be asked or answered) aside from fairly satisfying to help people. And occasionally you get an actual convo where you get to go into the finer points of fitting ships or something.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yup. I also hang out in various help channels. I don't want to lead people astray but I can help with basic how too stuff for now until I learn more. :)

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Charm of the Familar

With a few picked up a shifts at work due to the holidays. I pondered logging in but I didn't have the energy to do so. Being able to say no to logging in is pleasant. Just as my youngest puppy interrupts me every fifteen minutes to pee, going to sleep instead of staying up is also pleasant. I had a lot of short slept nights when I was active in a corporation.

My next plan has been to learn how to scan again. The new map is in and I need to refresh my scanning skills. My hold is full of probes. My ship appears to be reasonably set up. I remembered how to hit my F key to cloak. In fact, I hit it a bit to fast. I need to get the ebb and flow of the tic back down.

I am also rusty in my paranoia. I idly switch to another window to research breadbowls and the soup I want to make later. Then I remember I am sitting, decloaked, off of a gate somewhere. Whoops. I did figure out a breadbowl recipe and soup as well.

The question was where do I relearn to scan? I need somewhere off the beate…

TCS: Sugar's Non-Technical Guide to Her Low Sec Market

Gevlon shocked me by featuring my store in his blog, yesterday. My entire project has been something I mostly scraped together and have bumbled through to the best of my ability and sense. Early on, I started a naming dynamic to my posts so that people could avoid the blogs about the store. These blogs are titled TCS. Also, if you search for TCS those particular blogs are available.

I decided to create a more cohesive naming strategy because someone said, “I don’t know how interested your readers will be in your market posts.” I didn’t either. I wasn't going to not write them because I write about whatever interests me. It seemed that a naming convention would correct the situation. However, I’ve started to receive a trickle of eve-mail and e-mail about what I am doing. Sometimes people ask me for advice on how to approach their own low sec market or what they should pick and choose or just how to pick and choose.

Cheradenine Harper asked me about moving forward into the wider mark…

Passion is so circular

I should dust the blog and delete the spam to leaks in through googles not so bad filters.

I log in from time to time to check my mail and see some of my friends. But, of lat I've commented on a few things in r/eve and it makes me think. Not of the impassioned things that I once thought about as I played the game but of the passions of the game.

I have the gift of several eve players are parts of my life. And we talk, but rarely about Eve. Most of them have left to some extent or another but the relationship that we gained is still strong. I do not hate Eve but I am still exhausted with Eve, even now when I am so far out. It seems to be CSM summit time and the anger and race that sits atop everything related to the game is still there.

It is interesting in its exhaustive existence. The passion is there and the player reaction continues to go full circle. Some things are still said the same way over, and over, and over again. Is it love? Is it hate? Or is it just stimulation that i…