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Burning Bridges

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 supports that were only the wisps of dreams. Others may fall into disrepair from neglect and decay into ruin with the passage of time. Some may stand, made of stone and weathering the years alone. A testament of relationships that bind others together. And others collapse before they are built, handfuls of sawdust and shattered concrete around a broken foundation that never become.

The bridges start and end. They are built to be crossed. They are not invincible however. Nor immortal. Landslides and storms, time and age, all of these things may cause them to fall. Some burn constantly. Their very fabric smoldering energy waiting to erupt. It is the traffic and the care of its keepers that barely hold back the destruction. A misstep or moments neglect may cause a weakness that can cause the entire thing to burst into flames.

Trust. Communication. Support. Help. Knowledge. Wisdom. Pain. Focus. Energy. Aggression. Everything that defines the interaction of people with each other is the traffic that becomes these bridges burden. Some can stand under it and others will fall. Across them, alliances will grow and corporations will fall. Relationships will move and their supports hold under the strain or shatter with the weight of it. Others will only stand because of the strain.

And sometimes, someone will set it on fire. It may be a match, tossed into the center. A flame composed of destruction that burns with an obsessed energy. It may be purposeful or it may be from utter neglect and negligence. Nothing one does can stop the burn as each footstep ignites the bridge. Not for water or hope or dreams will the fires stop until they have been burned to ash and blown away in a breeze.

It happens. Interpersonal relationships require more than one person's efforts. If another decides to light a match and walk away even as everything burns around them, then so be it. Even as the winds whip the hot ash they erase what was. And sometimes, for that person that so carelessly destroys a bridge that they demanded to be built as part of their personal destruction that destruction is their own choice.

What relationships we keep in Eve, how close or far, important or not, is always an individual choice. If someone wants to set fire to their association with me, I will let them let it burn. Sometimes there isn't a coming back from that for ether side. Fire is a cleanser. It destroys so things can regrow. I guess some toxic relationships spontaneously combust.

And that's not always bad.
So, so what
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you,
And guess what,
I'm having more fun,
And now that we’re done,
I'm gonna show you tonight,
I'm alright,
I'm just fine,
And you're a tool,

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