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A Story Told Two Ways

Now for the purely silly. I love corp chat. I adore the random things that happen there (even if I often cause them).

This is the real version of the story:

I got back in from doing errands and logged in to see Dher say that we had a bunch of sites to do. I immediately said, "Not it," because I assumed it was wormhole grinding. He assured me that it was not wormholes but some anoms.

Okay, I don't mind that. I slipped into the Sleipbear and logged in my logi. We collected up MacG and one of our newer members and puttered to the next system to start making ISK. We burn through the site and the expedition is given to me. Dher asks me where and I stare at my journal and go, Akkio. It was about 12 jumps from where we were.

I reshipped into a cane and we headed out of the area. We had to jump through Ennur where a corp has recently moved in. That was not such a big thing. I was duel boxing and just trying to split my attention properly. Dher was doing fleet warps but for some reason Sugar landed on the next gate and Chella landed 20k off of it.

As we landed and jumped a fleet started to land on the gate we were on. A lot of smaller ships. Dher and MacG got off. I was trying to get Chella warped away and Sugar off gate and Sugar ready to fight and Chella safe. There were combat probes out where Chella was and I had no clue what station to dock at and Dher is telling me to get to a safe spot and my concentration started to implode.

The fleet chased after MacG. They did not count gate fires or local I guess. I decloaked as they all streamed in the wrong direction and just left the system to face danger there. The next system was empty but no station. I got Chella docked and pulled up dotlan to check if the *next* system had a station. It did. I went for it, found the system empty and docked Sugar as well.

Once safe, we looked to see if we could get Chella through. That group was determined to sit the gate. I assume that they knew they had the fleet split up. After about ten minutes we sent Chella back home and continued on our way.

The escalation was unkind to us. It did not progress and the drop was about 150 mil. We slipped back home without incident.

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This is the dramatic version from corp chat (Edited into a more readable form, all discussion captured from its original poster as written):


Diz logs in and waves to the group.
Dher waves to Diz.
I cry out, "Diz!! It was terrible!" instead of greeting him properly.
In the background, Dher begins to laugh.
I throw myself on Diz.
MacG snickers from across the room.
I start to cry from the terrible stresses I had been through.
Dher says, "I'll let Sugar tell u... it'll b more dramatic"
Diz comforts me. "OMG," he says. "This sounds very bad!"
Knowing that Diz loves me, I begin my tale of woe. "There I was, all carebearing it up and helping out like a good person."
Dher slips in with, "Actually, it was entertaining."
I ignore him as I relive the events. "I only want to help others and be part of the team. And, I was doing the pewpew of the HORRIBLE HORRIBLE pirates that try to invade empire!!"
Diz is paying close attention. "OMG!" is all he can say.
I continue, my pace frantic. "When suddenly I was overcome by a voice that said 'go find isk in Akkio' and Bill snapped the whip and said I HAVE CARRIERS AND DREDS TO BUY. And I fretted but it was okay. But ,lo and behold as we entered the darkness of Enur a wild blob rampaged onto the gate, splitting up our fleet!!"
Diz is shocked. "Ekk!"
I am gripped by my own memories. "With Sugar on one side and Chella on the other I was over come! My fleet was shattered and my girls fled into the darkness! They are no longer together :("
Diz gasps, ""Ekk!"
Still caught in the thrall of my own tale, I continue, "And we fled! And escaped said blob while hiding in the dark shadows from another that slunk by with dark fiery eyes and flaming fangs! slowly, Chella climbed the mountain and descend back into the comforting embrace of Klingt. It's quite terrible." I then burst into tears.
Diz can only ask, "did you not pack the holy hand grenade with you?"
Dher shook his head. "Much more dramatic"

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No clue why they keep me around sometimes. :) I'm also going to mention Ender because it seems to make him happy when he pops up in the blog. I do need to write up the roam last night and go into intense detail about how he left us behind....

The best part about writing this is that someone will assume that this is how I actually am in chat day in and day out.

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  1. "Holy Hand Gernade" is secret code word designation for Ender, right?

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    1. Not at that moment. They went into a Monthy Python rampage for a while after that.

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  2. I am working my way through reading the blog for a second time and I simply have to say that this is one of my favorite stories because of the creativity you show in telling the story in that overly dramatic way. It is one of the aspects of the social nature of this game that we even as adults can indulge in a bit of silliness that can make everyone grin.
    Such moments are precious.

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