Thousands of bridges connect the players of New Eden to each other. They span countless distances in every shape, form and size. They are made of the glossimer wishes of wasted dreams and love stronger than iron. They are forged with knowledge and without. They are made of convince and need. Some are crafted with the finest tools, each centimeter inscribed with intense detail. At times these bridges are spun from the thinnest strands of shared thoughts. Others are strong enough to cause an entire corporation to risk themselves for someone. Some cannot stand against the slightest misstep and others only seem to grow stronger as they are put under more strain. If anything in Eve is real, it is these bridges. They are woven both consciously and unconsciously. Some are crafted from the sweetness of innocence, edged in last and iced with sweet frost. Across these bridges flow communication. The interactions of players are the traffic that they support. A dropped cup may melt away suppor