I'm going to talk about myself to talk about someone else. Kinda. I got asked, in a mail about two weeks ago to explain how I visualized low sec. I feel odd repeating my start in the game but I have a few new readers with the CSM announcement. I figure, its okay to touch on some of these points.
I promise I have a history post coming, have not forgotten! Got a bit distracted... I am so bad...
The original name for my blog (for those who have not read the typo ridden, very bad start) was the walrus bucket. I named the blog that on a whim. it was about the fourth month of playing where I changed the name over to Low Sec Lifestyle. It took me a few days to pick the name. That was because I didn't feel that I could pick any name that was aggressive or PvP focused or pirate oriented. I wasn't any of those things. I was a newbie, I was very small in a very big world, and my main emotion was a weird jumble of fear, awe, and frustration as I tried to learn and catch up.
I didn't come to low sec to PvP. PvP was just part of what could happen. I came to low sec because it was exciting and I was at risk.
I came to live a life.
I wanted to be brave. You see, I had the choice to stay in high sec. I had the encouragement to stay in high sec. But, I was... well... disgusted by the restrictions imposed on me. I wasn't allowed to talk with Chella because the corp did not want anyone to notice us and possibly get us war deced. That is why Sugar Kyle is the known part of me instead of Chella Ranier. There were worries about ganks. Don't fly that blingy hull because someone might gank you just because. Be careful where you go, who sees you, what you do because someone might kill you. Avoid, hide, slip through the shadows but always be cautious. Never believe that someone not affiliated with you won't attack you.
I'm not the most aggressive person. I'm not competitive. However, I do not like being threatened (in game) by people with war decs or 'my big alliance dot'. I do not like being told to hide when I can fight (There are times when you dock). I do not like cowering in the corner and going, "These guys are pirates. Don't tell them our home system!"
That was not the game of Eve I signed up to play.
On the other hand I had these guys who lived in low sec, made oodles of money doing exploration and doing these insane level five missions and killed the people who came after them without seeming to break a sweat. Sometimes they died. But, they tended to kill more than they lost. They were not afraid to talk in local. They were not afraid of war decs. They were not afraid to fly what they wanted to fly when they wanted to fly it. They lived in danger. They took on uneven odds. They played Eve in a wild, violent, excited frenzy while they dictated what they wanted and when they wanted it.
That is what I wanted.
I wasn't introduced to a Low Sec where you were expected to be poor. I didn't grow up in a low sec where you were only there for any other reason other than wanting to be there. I learned that PvP meant sometimes you win sometimes you lose but you fight when the time comes. I learned the power of being a tackle frigate with a Machariel running from my Rifter and the woes of not having the skill points to properly fit things. I was taught to do everything in a mindset that you may be attacked and you may die but you needed to give a good account of yourself.
In death ground, fight.
There was no shame in PvE. ISK came from PvE and we all needed ISK. None of it was easy. That was the appeal. To gain anything you fought for it and sometimes people appeared and kicked down your dreams. You learned from it and you did better the next time. PvP was a fact of life. It was as much a part of the environment as it was the environment. Who is not us is against us but that did not make them an enemy.
Two concepts formed my early determination to prove that low sec was not 'lol sec'. One was a person who said low sec corporations couldn't make it in null sec. none of my boys wanted to live in null sec so how could you judge us by that measure? The second was someone who said I could be redeemed from a pirate and taught to play Eve in a way that mattered with people who are important. Null sec.
Few things motivate me in this game then someone insulting those who I play the game with. Insult me and I won't like it and may even have my feelings hurt. Insult my boys and I'll set the universe on fire to prove you wrong (well I'll write passionate blog posts). I was happy in low sec. I liked it. I assumed everyone would see it as I did. When they didn't, I did my best to share it and when they told me I was wrong... well... that hasn't been a good enough reason yet.
I don't like losing my ships but I don't want to be safe. I don't like being shot by gateguns but I'd never ask to remove them because for the thought and tactics that they create. I want to make my ISK in sleepy pleasant peace but I'd never ask for it. Every time of jump freighter warps my heart is in my throat and I'd not have it any other way. I thrive off of the struggle for the basics of game play. I love it. Being in space can be mentally exausting and I'd not have it any other way.
That's kind of my thoughts on low sec. The one that I want to promote, preserve, and improve all at the same time. The wild, risky, dedicated people that populate these system secs are what dragged me into the game. It's what I know as home.