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[OOC] A Bit About Myself And This Blog

Posted in OOC with tags , , , , , , , on November 20, 2009 by yakshamash

I assume if you are reading this you may want to know something about me, and if you don’t, I’m going to tell you anyways.  I have been playing eve for almost two years, and I can honestly say it truly is a hobby for me.  I am an executive officer of a relatively small and mellow corp, which is part of a relatively small and mellow alliance.  We are currently in the process of recruiting and redirecting the way we operate.
In real life I am a theoretical computer science major at Coastal Carolina University in South Carolina.  I love my major and the field I am heading into, despite the fact that it robs me of sleep, social interaction, and EVE time.  I currently work as a web designer toiling away with HTML and PHP in Dreamweaver, while simultaneously designing the front end visuals in Photoshop and Illustrator.  Obviously in the next few weeks this blog will be getting a significant visual boost.  I don’t plan to be in web design for long, I will soon be moving towards software engineering and plan to break into the gaming industry, albeit an uphill battle.  Other than eve, work, and school, I spend my spare time surfing, boozing, and watching American football.

I plan to keep this blog mostly fiction oriented, but how it evolves may be another story.  I have the first section of my first story posted, and plan to have several installments.  If you have any suggestions or comments, please leave them, I welcome all statements, no matter what they say.

Just in case you wanted to know a bit about the man behind the story’s…



Posted in Fiction on November 19, 2009 by yakshamash

“Crack… silence,” Followed by the usual ringing, I have died, and once again begin the process of reincarnation.  This is the period I hate, the blackness, when my mind has transferred to my new body, but my senses are still to come to me.  I see nothing; hear nothing, feel nothing and all I look forward to is the blinding light that awaits me.  That bright overhead light, the first thing I see with fresh eyes, but for now everything is dark.  For now I have no body, I’m pure consciousness floating in oblivion; all I can do in this state is think.  I think this is taking too long.
Is this taking too long? Can I perceive time without a body? Maybe this is normal, I’m ok.  Shit, Maybe I’m dead. No that can’t be, death will either be absolutely nothing or something significant, not this. Why is this taking so long? I need to calm down, I’m panicking, everything is fine.  Shit, why haven’t I ever panicked before?  I’ve transferred clones hundreds of times, I’ve never panicked before, something is defiantly wrong, something is very, very, wait… what’s that?  I could have sworn I just saw a flicker of light.  Shit, there it is again.  Why isn’t it my blinding white light with the soft music and the duvolle employee’s warm smile?  Why is this light different? Why does it flicker every couple of seconds? Why is the flicker getting faster?  Why is it reddish orange? It looks almost like my…  Oh god… I’m still in my pod.

This can’t be, I heard my hull start to crack, I saw the bright flash of my own pod being destroyed, how can I still be alive.  Thank God the neocom is onlining, I’ve heard horror stories of pilots floating through space, slowly rotting in the darkness of a disabled pod.  It’s not the white light I wanted, but at least it’s light.  How was I not killed, this war, this bloody fucking war has killed me more times than I can count, why did it not kill me this time? Neocom online, I immediately relay for a full systems check, nothing, Aura must still be onlining.  I saw the flash, the fire from the oxygen leaking from my hull, I should be dead, I saw the fiery orange… shit, it wasn’t orange. “Aura fully online” calmly resonated throughout my brain, I immediately return the statement with a request for a full systems check.  “Shield holding at one hundred percent,” excellent, “Armor critical at zero percent,” shit “Hull critical at five percent,” I should be dead.  I request my current location, to be immediately smacked down by a definite “unknown,” shit, not good. I request nearest location, and once again, aura replied “unknown.”   How did I get here, oh god, where in the fuck is here…