A Brief History of Corelin 3: Sandboxes don’t mix
Posted by Corelin
I came back from the swamps of scenic Ft. Polk to find my friends had mostly given up. A few of the closest were still plugging away, and the war was over thankfully. Lots of drama was emerging, I’ll give a brief summary here, but really it’s not my story.
A guy named R3dskull had been very welcoming when some of our guys started playing in lowsec around Faswiba. I’d had a few conversations with him, and others were equally friendly or more so. he seemed like a guy giving good advice. Come to find out he’d gone into a paranoid rage and decided to have us wardecced and griefed out of the game because we were spying on him and trying to drive him out of his home. I’ll leave it to Star to tell the full story as, while I have heard enough to earn him my undying enmity I want to make sure the facts are presented more correctly than I can present them.
Not the last time we’d run into this kind of character.
End result: I’m drifting around, chatting with the friends I have, and I try out providence. I finally had the skills to actually do something out there so I took the trip out. My perception of CVA was this incredibly powerful unstoppable force that happened to have chosen to use its powers for good instead of evil, rather than them being a bunch of prats who occupied nearly worthless space and could mostly fend off the few people interested enough to try to blob their way through their towers.
I mostly drifted around, trying new (pve) things, running L4s, sometimes even on my own, sometimes with friends who drifted in and out trying to recapture the magic majesty we had found when first we played, and preparing for my second trip to Iraq. I arranged for a friend to take care of my skill training as I did not expect to have much internet access and even less time.
Next Part: What’s all this PvP about Anyway?