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An Odd Sided Peg

What am I?
Am I corruption?

I seem to corrupt all that I touch. It does not seem to offend people but it is a strange trail that I leave in my wake.

Hello, bittervet corp. 
I am Sugar. 
I like newbies.

I wandered back into rookie chat after work today. I've been out of it for two days. I figured that with most of the USA that is not me having today off, it would be a good day to drop in and see how the channel was doing. The population was a bit over two thousand and the text was a lot slower. We're able to have more complete conversations and there are many who are now four or five days old and stretching their wings.

Strange things go full circle. Vadeim is back in my life and now in my alliance. I notice him feeling guilty in alliance chat. He has killed and podded a day old player. Tyler convos said newbie and sends him to my channel. Before I can talk to him he bails from my channel and leaves Tyler's conversation. Now, I like trying to help people but you can over push yourself on them as well. About half of the convos I try to start in rookie chat are rejected. I don't take it personally. I'm sure in most games it'd be creepy as hell for some random weirdo named Sugar to try to talk to you.

For some reason,
I cause pirates in my corp
to think about who they kill.
Sometimes... at least...

"Why don't you start a newbie corp, Sugar?"

Oh... time. Mostly, time. I cannot commit to something like starting a corp at the moment. The CSM eats the time I'd be spending on building a corporation. It'd be fair to no one. In the future? When I know more? When I am better, stronger, smarter, more able, knowledgeable, capable...

A little bit later the newbie popped back up in rookie chat. I was able to answer his questions and deliver my information. Hes fixated on how much he can get out of data/relic sites in low sec compared to high sec. It was not my most sucessful catch and release but I can say that I gave it a go.

It amuses me that my corpmates give me newbies. This is not the first or tenth time it has happened. I should probably move from 'huh, I wonder why they do that' to acceptance. I'll never be the scary blackbeard of Eve. I should have realized that back when I named Rykki's corpmates 'kitten fleet'.
[04:09:11] Brenda Esterkarzova > Low sec is very dangerous, just got nailed there. It is a very big risk but the payoff is huge if you can make it. You have to make the choice in the end and sooner or later you will have to visit it.
So, maybe one day. For now I'll practice. I fed my chatroom a newbie looking to do exploration. They have the basics down. Considering we spent a lot of the evening discussing exploration it seemed like a good fit. Hopefully it works out and they are not scared off.

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  1. I like the kitten fleet moniker. :)

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    1. So do I. I should have been on the this is eve trailer ordering the ventures to suicide into that dram :P

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