There have been a lot of changes in my little Eve world. I undock to dark, velvety blue-black space under an orange star.
I cannot pronounce the system names. Somewhere along the way my processing gives out and random garbled sounds flow for a bit before stopping. Things are the same, but different. Random people come through spamming contract ads and ISK doubling. I'm greeted by people and sometimes engage in local conversations with names I have never before met.
Change. It can be overwhelming. The desire to run back to the familiar sometimes surfaces. Other times, I start to act upon things I had loosely planned for the future that I no longer need to do. I no longer need a second deployment carrier. Which is a good thing because, T2 large rigs. The familiar is comfortable and I get somewhat homesick. After all, over two and a half years and most of that was in Molden Heath where I could fly to any system without thinking and had safes and bookmarks yards deep.
And what is the point of change but to be embraced? But sometimes you need an exterior motivator and I received one today.
I received a gift from a reader. A shiny gift from a reader. A shiny gift from a reader that I could not fly.
I had slipped into a bit of a pity party the last few days. Wallowing in a bit of change sickness and looking down paths not taken. And there I was, feeling sorryish for myself and someone gifts me this amazing, little thing.
This amazing little thing that I cannot fly.
That I cannot fly because I am more stubborn than I have any right to be.
And I penned a thank you note. Because, someone had taken the time out of their day to write me. The ISK out of their wallet to gift me. And they found me to be worthy of these things.
I wrote my thank you. And then I said that they needed to give me a few weeks until I could fly it. For they wish to see it upon my kill board. But it will take a moment to fly it. But, I would.
I will.
And that is why Sugar Kyle decided today, to get over herself, and learn missiles.
Thank you.
Welcome to the neighbourhood, we live three doors down :) Maybe I'll see you Sunday night.
ReplyDeleteHahaha...we will have you in a tengu in no time :)
ReplyDeleteWow, you've been playing how long and never learned missiles at all? Or you just can't use T2?
ReplyDeleteI didn't learn them even if I have been playing that long.
DeleteWhat does in game age have to with it? 6 years and I literally can't use any large guns vOv
DeleteWhy would you train for something you don't use?
Many times we train things we think we'll use, but never get around to using. Should it be possible to 'untrain' these skills and put the skill points elsewhere? Or are skills so burnt into a character's brain that the only way to lose them is unupgraded clones...
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