Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
So the weekend is over. I don't know why but I feel the need to summarize a few things.
I've been playing Eve Online for around 21 months now. In many other games, given a certain amount of dedication and industriousness, I could probably be pretty well set.
Through passion, I gain strength.
In Eve, not so.
I've gained a few skills, but I feel at times like an insect walking at the feet of giants and trying to convince people that my sting is deadly.
I have a long way to go, but I will have a lot of fun getting there.
Through strength, I gain power.
This weekend was my first taste of something other than "x up for fleet!". There was a wormhole, there was a group of Russians hopelessly trying to maintain control of it in the face of superior forces.
Through power, I gain victory.
We moved in. We killed everything we saw. We blew up everything we could and we took the spoils of war.
I have tasted life in the real Eve. The last ties binding me to Empire space, whether the cushioned safety of high sec or the madness of low sec, have been severed.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
Flying a Scimitar when others are in Triage Chimeras served well to remind me how far I have to go, yet.
I will get there and I will take pleasure in every chance for a good fight.
