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With No Reason But Like

I have recently added two more ships to my stable.  Well, technically only one but kinda two.  I have not dropped the ISK on the second.  Hello Talos.  Hello Naga.  I have entered the world of large T2 guns. Mostly.  I still have a bit of time for my large rail specialization   It will be finished up shortly and the heavens will open to cast golden song down upon my ship hanger.  Or at least I will become more useful.  Large guns open a lot of doors.  It also places me on that dark line where battleships lurk.  I don't look over there.

The reason I'm still a few days out from large T2 guns for the Naga simply because my rail gun specialization has to catch up with my blaster specialization.  I have not needed rail guns for any fits.  And skill training is about time management   There is always another skill and another hump to get over.  Four days here, three days there, a month this way, two weeks that way.  One day I'll be able to bitch about my clone prices and fit anything I fly.  For now there always seems to be something I don't have.  Someone proposed an active armor fleet. I don't have T2 armor reps.  Why?  Because I have always flown passive tanked ships.  Now it is something else for my list of things I seem to need for some point in the future to join in on interesting and/or fun fleet compositions.

It is an endless game of catch up that seems to exasperate the actual problem.  The fact that I don't know what I want to fly anymore.  Beside my Jaguar. I love that ship even if I've been told it's the most terribleist of assault frigates. It works for me and I'm happy in it.

I've so far found myself drawn to the stuff of Eve more than the spaceships.  The concepts, the interactions, the ability to create and destroy.  The way instability of the environment and the constant flux of what may happen or what is happening.  I've never been in love with the spaceships.  This comes from the fact that I find most of them terribly ugly.  Not being a creature of statistics I'm not pulled by the beauty of EFT/Pfya and creating fits for my ships.  I'm almost embarrassed that a year later and I still am absolutely horrid at fitting ships.  I'm rather one dimensional in my fitting abilities.  It gets me by but I'm not special.  Fit discussions make my eyes glaze.  I feel a bit bad about it.

The good part is that I am happy to fall in love with things just because I love them.  The Naga is one of those ships I like.  Firstly, its name.  Naga as I have always known them are mythical snake people.  And in general the ship looks cool.  I know that rail guns are not the best distance platform to use.  Thankfully, I don't care.  Everyone else will be in Tornados and Oracles and I will fly by in full Majesty of Naga.

Everyone has a line that they walk on when they play a game.  The line is what they enjoy vs what they need to do to successfully play. For some its wide and for others it is narrow.  For me, liking my spaceship is an important part of my game play. It doesn't make sense.  It may not be the best.  I don't care.  What I do care about is my enjoyment. This is what I want to fly and that alone makes me happy.

I spent a lot of time doing what I was told when I started.  I'm glad that I did.  Sometimes it doesn't work out.  My Tengu experiment is one of those situations.  I hated that ship.  I absolutely loathed that ship.  I stripped it down and sold it for parts because I hated it and no longer wanted to undock if it was what I was going to fly.  Why?  No clue.  Missiles, the ship, the entire thing just didn't work for me.  I fully accept that it is stupid and sub-optimal and that I will never be the best at anything because of it.  I'm happy.  Just as others find their greatest pleasure in finding the best fit for a situation. I just like one that works for me and causes me to enjoy my day.

Of course, my day is a bit less enjoyable because large guns are expensive.  We killed a Talos the other day and I looted some of the guns off of it. I then kind of sighed.  Over four million ISK per gun.  Sigh.  Almost a hundred mill per Talos.  The longer you play the higher prices go.  Sure, I can afford all of it and have been able to for quite a while. I still just hate to spend.  It is a personality trait that follows me around.  However, once my cold, dead hands are pried loose of my ISK I tend to enjoy what I do buy.

But I do not think they will displace my Jaguar.  I love its mobility and speed and the silly situations I get into when flying it.  Raw DPS does not define me.  I know that I am almost never top damage and rarely get final blows.  That is fine with me.  My part in situations is still vital if not flashy.  I like that.

Comments

  1. Stupid and sub-optimal...? Hmmmm. Not sure I agree with that.

    There is that whole intangible 'click' thing you get when you fly something you love. When using that particular ship is almost as natural as breathing.

    The difference between a ship you dislike and a ship you love might range from only a couple of percentage points (damn your green vulcan blood), to huge (OMG I get hives just sitting in this thing).

    But even if its even just half a percent, or the lack of hesitation, or being how to orbit/kite/maintain transverse without having to think about it can make all the difference.

    Fleet doctrines have there place, but otherwise keep flying what you love :)

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