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New Years on Eve is Very Strange

I worked last new years Eve so I missed what it is like on Eve.  I worked this morning but I'm home an hour before the clock strikes 00:00 in Iceland.

I've already been "Happy New Yeared" at by half a dozen people due to time zones.

Time zones are something that we understand but sometimes I feel  that Eve emphasizes that drastic distance separation of the globe while emphasizing the easy of community and personal relationships regardless.

I gave hugs to my boys in Europe even as they celebrate hours ahead of when the click would wind down in America.  In game, the new year is dictated by Eve's time.  People have logged in to celebrate in game instead of watching it on Television and toasts are had in chat channels all over.

Some might say, "Go out!" but really, we are gamers and many of us are internet junkies because we are happy where we are.  For me, I don't go out on New Years Eve and nothing can make me take those risks. I don't party so being someplace and staying there has little appeal.

Instead, I'll pass out the hugs to my peeps in game and muse over the under appreciated wonder of a global community such as this.

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  1. Watching 50 or 100 people launching fireworks on the Amarr undock always makes me grin because in that moment we all have something in common, we are EVE players celebrating together and we can go back to bickering with each other on the 'morrow.
    The rather festive atmosphere of New Years online reminds me of the big ewok party in Star Wars and who doesn't like a good ewok party lol :)

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