Ain’t no Drama Like Trailer Park Drama

So one of the truths of life is that people fight harder over the littlest shit.  My mother was a family practice attorney for a long time and divorces involving well off or rich people were usually bloodless and passionless.  When you saw an address listing a trailer or lot number though…  Woah baby.  Shit is about to go down.  She told me about a couple that was going claws out crazy over a $5 pot from Wal-Mart.  Keeping two lawyers (being paid 3 figures by the hour) and at times a mediator who cost even more.

But what does this have to do with EvE?  Well… Lowsec is the trailer park of EvE.  There’s nothing great in it, the people might be great people but none of them are changing the world.  And when these guys get their sandcastles rustled… Shit goes down.  Tempest in a teapot doesn’t begin to describe it.  Hurricane in a shotglass.  Cat 5 time.

The biggest dramastorm I have ever had to endure involved a lowsec alliance torn apart over some bullshit.  We had a nice high rarity moon that we basically held on sufferance of some local heavy hitters with R&K being the final arbiter of injustice.  None of us were getting much money, and Aridia is famous mostly for being a desolate hinterland in a game where 90% of lowsec could be used as a dictionary definition of “Desolate Hinterland”.  One corp decided they wanted a direct cut rather than just some vague promise of help in the future from money being thrown into the warchest.  So they did what politicians have done since time immemorial, they promised this money to everyone over and over and lied about the guy in power.  It tore everyone up.  Our corp had no doubt about who we backed, but watching the process play out was agony.  Over nothing.  This wasn’t a system with 20 tech moons.  It was one moon.  It was some lines over who got credit for what.  It was egos and preening and garbage and e-honor.  It was a $5 dollar vase that tore up thousands in time and tears.

At its worst lowsec is a screaming redneck family tearing each other apart over stuff you wouldn’t pay a buck for at a yard sale. But it’s not all drama, and it’s not all bad.  More on that later.  Fly dangerous, score kills.

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About Corelin

An Eve playing Fool who occasionally writes about the shenanigans he and his minions get up to.

Posted on December 11, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. And, as I recall, didn’t PL, Gewns or some one other of the Big Boys end up getting that moon in the end from the drama creators? (Wonder who owns it now? Not that it matters …)

    Can’t even begin to say how disappointed I was in some of those people. And they weren’t bad people, either, good alliance-mates (once, anyway), active, and decent pilots as well. Just got carried away for stupid reasons, because of a couple of really petty BS’ers.

  2. The divorce thing isn’t really true, it’s cutural. And the higher up the social ladder you go… it is a different culture. Until you hit a really different culture. Go lookup what a divorce from the marrage of rich chinese immigrants is like… it’s downright brutal. They will stay married for years while the divorce process slides along at a glacial pace, all the while screaming at each other if you can somehow get them in the same room. One of my friends works at a firm that specializes in divorces for immigrants. They have cases that have been on the books for a decade, all the while sending out bills each month.

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