MacG found a C3 wormhole in our home system.
With the call of iskies on the for front I was lured into our little carebear fleet. Its like bait. An isk left in the hanger. An isk left on the floor of my hurricane. An isk leading to the keyboard of my logistic account. Next thing I know we're in a wormhole, doing anomalies in a little cane and drake fleet with scimitar support.
The NPCs like to switch aggression and such things. Hurricanes are not the best choice of this but its what we decided to use. MacG and I had to chase down the sleepers while the drakes just sat there and shot everything. The site appears to have people that live in it although their killboards were not very active. The wormhole was also undone. There was 20 anomalies and 4 radar sites. We were isk hungry and over the course of 4 hours we did everything.
Towards the end, it was getting rather painful. Lots of whining "are we done yet" while Dher snapped the whip and kept us on task. I was thinking, "oh why oh why did I do this to myself..." four steady hours of grinding PvE is not my idea of a fun evening.
We staggered out. Our cargo bays were drained dry of ammo. The slavager was full to the gills. Slipping back into low sec was like walking into your house after helping someone else move and they didn't pack their stuff first. It took four or so hours before we were finally done. The end discussion was that it was incredibly boring but the ISK was good. I had not yet seen the ISK payout and I was still consumed by how boring the entire event had been. I'd rather mine. Dher said he'd do them by himself. MacG said he'd happily do both. So I gave MacG to Dher. The world is a more balanced place now.
The payout came to almost 400mil each. With MacG now belonging to Dher and enthralled with the new ISK thing he went out to seek more ISK. Now his Saga begins.
MacG is a trooper. He also likes ISK more than I do. After we had finished the 4 hours of wormhole grinding, Razor found another C3 and began to entice people to come do that one as well. My answer was, "aww hell no." Dher and MacG were much more reasonable and started putting together a fleet.
MacG went in to scan down all of the sites and mark everything. While he was checking an outgoing wormhole it collapsed behind him, trapping him in a C5. Whoops. He was determined not to self destruct and find his way home. I had to go to bed but in the morning, I asked him what happened. This is his tale.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > ok, it's like this. we were in a c3, and I scanned a wh to a c5. I entered, and it promptly collapsed cause it was EoL. (I had read the desc, just didn't realize that whatever it said meant "uh it's about to collapse dude, don't go in, prolly"
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > so there I am in my brave imicus w/ my cloak and probes and no way out but 1. SD (where's the fun in that?) or 2. scan my way out or 3. *ragequit*.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > 1 and 3 are obv right out, so 2 is the win.... I start scanning the C5 and find 22 sigs. 22 sigs that I have to scan down each one and determine if it's a wh. but i'm a scanny ho, and scanny hos gotta scan...
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > I scan them all down, along the way finding 3 whs. According to eveeye.com, the first two were a c5 w/ a c3 static and a c2 w/ a null static. The last wh, and coincidentally, the last sig tos can, was a c3 w/ a low static.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > ofc had to jump into each to find out the J#, but wth. it was wormhole day.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > so. I'm in the c3 static and hit the 1st pobe scan. 11 sigs. The 1st one I scan down is the static to low which lead me to. dun dun dun dun! low sec 11 jumps from Klingt.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > took about an hour and 15 from oh shit to oh hai!
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > the boys (diz, dher, raz) had a good chuckle at the evenings (mis)fortunes and off to zzzs I went fan bloody tastic.
MacGregor Corson Gershwin > course I was lucky I wasn't dumped on the ass end of new eden, but hey... was a good time.