Draaz
08-01-04, 09:14PM
Ok folks I am gonna put up one of my late night game writings. Hope yall like it.
One pilots outlook in Eve (The Game)
In Deep space, no one can hear you sigh……
Sitting there waiting for the pod to get me back to the Mies system, I am alone and have ample time to contemplate many things in life. Why are we here, where are we going, what is the name of that damndable song stuck in my head. Mainly one thinks of what went wrong and why am I in a pod. Many reasons come to mind, but no one can truly ever answer that question accurately. So with that thought I change my focus to where am I going? I mean not as to where I am warping to, but where is Draaz going? Why am I where I am? I run down the list in my head:
I’m a pretty good PvPer.
I’m a good Pirate killer.
I’m a pretty damn good Ship Killer.
I’m a pretty patient Transport and Rescue Captain.
So, what is it I want to accomplish in the universe? Nothing comes to mind. I sigh and ask my Gods silently these questions…..only to receive the low hum of the pod’s engine and the occasional thump of hull impacts. I once again realize I am alone in a battle with myself.
It seems a simple enough equation, but is one that is racked with variables and unknowns. It is the one thing that drives us in our daily struggles, our accomplishments, and even drives our wars. The rift between the corporations is one of the greatest unknowns in the universe. Things like who started it? Why? Is there a good reason for it besides "They’re *insert corporate name here* that’s why!!!!" I understand combat thoroughly. I understand honor above all. What I do not understand is the constant whining and bitching from pilots who have taken this lonely ride, and not learned anything from it. I hear on local channel conversations that involve much talk of ones mother and her sexual preferences, or how much genitalia someone is endowed with. This is honorable? This is the way a true warrior behaves and responds to combat? But I am tired of these thoughts and refocus on the question at hand. Who am I and where am I headed? Nothing again, empty answers in empty space. It is almost ironic. I slip into a sort of daydream state as I have no answers for my questions.
My thoughts wander to a dream I heard a fellow pilot talking of, where there is peace in the galaxy, and the entire Universe is united in one glory. One goal. But these thoughts come to me and leave as quickly in a puff of synaptic smoke as I am jarred back to reality when my pod docks. A final thought runs quietly through my head. A pod can be a great place to think ………….and to dream.
Draaz
Shattered Star Confederation
One pilots outlook in Eve (The Game)
In Deep space, no one can hear you sigh……
Sitting there waiting for the pod to get me back to the Mies system, I am alone and have ample time to contemplate many things in life. Why are we here, where are we going, what is the name of that damndable song stuck in my head. Mainly one thinks of what went wrong and why am I in a pod. Many reasons come to mind, but no one can truly ever answer that question accurately. So with that thought I change my focus to where am I going? I mean not as to where I am warping to, but where is Draaz going? Why am I where I am? I run down the list in my head:
I’m a pretty good PvPer.
I’m a good Pirate killer.
I’m a pretty damn good Ship Killer.
I’m a pretty patient Transport and Rescue Captain.
So, what is it I want to accomplish in the universe? Nothing comes to mind. I sigh and ask my Gods silently these questions…..only to receive the low hum of the pod’s engine and the occasional thump of hull impacts. I once again realize I am alone in a battle with myself.
It seems a simple enough equation, but is one that is racked with variables and unknowns. It is the one thing that drives us in our daily struggles, our accomplishments, and even drives our wars. The rift between the corporations is one of the greatest unknowns in the universe. Things like who started it? Why? Is there a good reason for it besides "They’re *insert corporate name here* that’s why!!!!" I understand combat thoroughly. I understand honor above all. What I do not understand is the constant whining and bitching from pilots who have taken this lonely ride, and not learned anything from it. I hear on local channel conversations that involve much talk of ones mother and her sexual preferences, or how much genitalia someone is endowed with. This is honorable? This is the way a true warrior behaves and responds to combat? But I am tired of these thoughts and refocus on the question at hand. Who am I and where am I headed? Nothing again, empty answers in empty space. It is almost ironic. I slip into a sort of daydream state as I have no answers for my questions.
My thoughts wander to a dream I heard a fellow pilot talking of, where there is peace in the galaxy, and the entire Universe is united in one glory. One goal. But these thoughts come to me and leave as quickly in a puff of synaptic smoke as I am jarred back to reality when my pod docks. A final thought runs quietly through my head. A pod can be a great place to think ………….and to dream.
Draaz
Shattered Star Confederation