Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Chatting Over Coffee

I had an idea today while at work that I wasn't able to develop fully due to coming home and finding that the server rack was off and the DNS wouldn't work and my husband was off at a pool party in Florida while I was trouble shooting but...

My idea came from the Ancient Gaming Noob's Blog Banter #61 where he says:
"But there are times when we clearly aren’t just playing in different areas of the game, but it seems like we might be playing totally different games."
 What it made me want to do is write about my game. I then wanted to get other people to do the same. Kind of like a sub-banter but more casual perhaps. The idea worked around into a first person view of describing Eve.

When I talk about Eve I tend to get excited. I talk faster. I feel like I get flushed and bright eyed with that intensity that is not quite insane but somewhat creepy. And in that excitement I like to tell vaguely interested people what I do or my husband if he is being used as my neutral test. I start talking about my markets and running around and flying ships and roaming.

Eve does sound exciting. I find it exciting to play. Not in an adrenaline rush type of way. More in the accomplished things and I have this great vision of the future possibilities way. But it is true that we play very differently. And, what amused me more is that TAGN's examples almost all live and play in low sec.

But tonight is not the night to write this little description. I will have to write a coffee time chat soon.



1 comment:

  1. Over the years I’ve searched around for ways to talk Eve with people that don’t play and have uncovered a few simple rules that help. 1) Just like real life, gossip’s often the best stuff. 2) KISS [Keep It Simple Stupid]. 3) It doesn’t need to be your story. The fact that it happened in your universe is good enough.

    Here’s a successful story I tossed out a couple years back . . .

    So, in Eve every player is born in civilized space. Some people stick around. Others wander off to less civilized ‘space Somalia’ areas. One group, the Goons, have been out in ‘space Somalia’ for years. Being masters of mass action, they thrive there. (Their leadership coordinates the actions of thousands and thousands of players – I’m serious, thousands and thousands). For murky reasons, a few weeks back they decided to “Burn Jita.” Now in Eve, Jita is space Manhattan. The very beating heart of universe commerce. But the Goons are big and when they decide on mass action you can damn well bet they’ll find a way to pull it off. So over the weekend Goons have been raining pain on space Manhattan: jacking armored cars on Wall Street, shooting little old ladies in front of The Met, kicking dogs and overturning vendor carts in Central Park. Space police are running around, sirens blaring but they just can’t keep up. Pandemonium!

    At this point my brother interjects, “Look out! It’s the Goon Squad.”

    Pretty much, I respond. But I have to tell you that for me the extravaganza was slightly disturbing. As I said, everybody’s born in civilized space. Some, like the Goons, leave. Accordingly, when the Goons returned over the weekend I couldn’t help but think, “The children are coming home . . . with torch and pitchfork.”

    At this point my Sister-in-law raised the arms of the grandbaby sitting happily in her lap and announced in high, grandbaby voice, “Where’s my pitchfork!?”

    I eye the grandbaby warily.

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