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What I love about eve…

Posted in Fiction, OOC, Uncategorized on January 31, 2010 by yakshamash

This is my entry for the special edition of EVE Blog Banter. The original post is located at:

Reality, a concept we think we grasp, we think we know, we have never experienced. This life we live, these activity’s, our social interactions, they are simply functions of our brain, and our “RL” experience, is as real as any other. Our life, a series of emotions, we consider them real because they invoke the most emotion. What if a world, created solely by our imagination, and our conceptualizations of pixels could invoke the same emotions? This is what I love about eve, the emotion. EVE is a beautiful game, everything about it screams “LOOK AT ME!!” from the get go, and that brings in players. What keeps there interest is when two moths later, “LOOK AT ME!!” changes to “FEEL ME!!”. You feel everything, real risk, real reward, real community. There are days where you hate the game, but thats hate surrounded by love, because you love the fact tat pixels and logic can move you to a primal feeling of hate. This is what I love about eve, I hate it, I love it, I am frustrated with it, It relaxes me. Our reality is a series of emotions, EVE is a series of emotions, which is real, who is right, why am I telling you this, this is a game, this is my life, they are equally real……………..



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…