I carefully edited out the staples from this lovely Ashimmu centerfold shot taken earlier this year.
I discovered the Blood Raiders’ hulls just before the last live event. This 10MN armor Cruor was going to get me into the target system without being so easily locked by my fellow players. At the last minute I found a T1 hull that would do the job as well, but the Inquisitor and Navitas are so damned stupid-looking. Bah.
The Origin 300i issued us for Arena Commander is as pretty in its own way as is the Avenger already in my hangar. My big takeaway from AC is that I desperately need to buy a joystick if I’m to defeat enemies in some way other than doubling them up with laughter.
My “Matar Life” tattoo notwithstanding, I must pause now and then to admire the beauty of the humble Gallente shuttle and its why-the-hell-not wings.
I’m completing a few months of training skills with “warfare” in their names, and undocked my first command ship today, a 100MN Sleipnir christened Hot Rod Lincoln. She’s fast.
There is startling beauty in EVE, some of it hiding in the corners waiting to be discovered. Two months ago, I undocked Bathsheba Butt and noticed this just before entering warp.
There was a time a couple of years ago when I took great delight in flying Fistful Of Steel, my Fenrir. After I stopped mining, I couldn’t justify keeping it around, but for a time I dug a freighter.
Two years ago, v3 skinning came to my favorite battecruiser, so I skated off to a Caldari station for a screenshot. I always want to see more in my EVE.
Those were the days, two years ago, with biweekly mining ops. Hulked out with three mining lasers, waiting for the Orca to drop by…creeping from rock to rock with my jet can by my side, we’d sing…sing…SING!
In early 2012, Suzariel knitted me a Stabber, and scouted me out of the low-sec constellation where she’d built it–that’s EVE love, fellas. A good ship.