"Notice: Your special edition issuance is available to you. The 'Impact' jacket features pitch black nanofiber-laced harness locks in seamless connections on the front. Any capsuleer wearing this jacket is ready for a fight."Wilhelm reread the notice again. The instructions showed a man, neatly dressed out in a rich orange jacket with white gloves. On the couch of his captains quarters there was a tangle of black plates with mottled green fabric. He picked up the mess and again tried to slide one of his arms into it. The buckles caught and green fabric wrinkles around his wrist. Determined, he pulled it over his head and gagged as a plate pressed into his nose. The pants were no better. He assumed they were pants. He had managed to get both knee pads on but the rest was a tangle of cloth and codpiece. How the belt attached he didn't know. it was currently decorating the other side of the room where he had thrown it in frustration. It had been a while since he had been out of the pod bt he was sure he remembered how to get dressed. The shirt he had peeled out of had come off just as he remembered. This... this fashion however... it was something else...
I could not resist after I read Wilhelm's post full of 'I don't know why I have this' but to capture it. I chuckled to many times. But, as he outlined his attempts to figure out how to dress his avatar and noted that the first thing he did was Google for help, I sighed. I didn't sigh because he used Google. I sighed because dressing his avatar required a search. And he is not the only one. The first time I tried to put something on that was new I to had to Google. That is how I learned that clothing must be on the hangar floor. Then you scroll to the left instead of the right and you find your non-standard duds.
Nothing tells you that little feature. You learn it through trial and error or by Google. I'm a terrible trial and error person. I have to use the Minecraft Wiki for crafting because I never figure out crafting recipes on my own. I'm horrid at that and Eve is full of things that you just have to figure out.
Double clicking in space, I am looking at you.
I started to ponder if it is all side effects of Eve's haphazard start and tendency to focus on the big, flashy future over the immediate needs of things. Whatever it is, it crops up constantly and it has to be remembered that we still lack basic things.
I'm reminded of every time I argue about the map. Sure, we have dotlan. Sure, we have other resources. At the end of the day the game should have basic tools within the game client. A map is a basic tool. And then, even as I wrote I realized that I was not sure if we had a command list. This led me down a rabbit hole late at night to find out that Eve has a full set of slash commands that were proposed back in 2008 by the CSM. Eve Uni has a section on them as well.
We discuss what we think new players need and what a New Player Experience should be. Yet, I stumble upon simple frustration points often enough that I think we need to smooth out the rough features. It is like we have a very nice house but we never got around to putting something on top of the dirt floor because it serves, its been turned hard as rock from time, and we're used to it. Its a nice, quirk that has always been there. Why change it?
"I wonder if the March boots were made in March or are for Marching. I was hoping for more casual wear." Having failed in his attempt to turn the strips of cloth and plates of leather into something that covered more than a continuous handspan of his body, Wilhelm had opted for something more familiar. It took him a while to find his closet. It seemed that the station refurbishment had gone ultra modern and removed any visible doors. He had accidentally activated a proximity sensor when he was trying to use the mirror to detangle the jacket. Maybe there had been simple, encoded instructions on the design. Now groomed and dressed, he updated his personal log:
"So I'm thinking I ought hire someone to round up all that clothing I have left strewn about space and put it together in a nice little wardrobe that has an actual door that doesn't give me a black eye becuase its spring loaded. That thing still hurts. I feel like wearing my Quafe T-Shirt when I am out in Immensea. It just works there. I don’t want to worry that I might have left it behind in Deklein or Jita or Amarr."
Note: This post is 100% teasing Wilhelm with the story that I wrapped my thoughts up in. That is his fault and I calmly pass the fault onto him thanks to his rampage on twitter. I take no blame or responsibility. Like a gremlin, I should not blog after midnight for things happen.