"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Can't sleep. Nightmares about drowning in Velators.

Okay. EVE is bad for you.

I managed to lose three Tristan-class frigates today. The first one I was running through Egg -- which is 0.4 space with only two exits, so it's perfect for gate campers -- and got both blowed up and podded by Pirate Coaliation sumbitches. Thankfully I've been following the Basic Rules of EVE:

  • Always keep your clone updated. If you don't, you'll lose skill, which translates directly to lost time. The higher level skills you have, the longer they take to train -- so you're talking about losing days or weeks of training.

  • Insure your ship. You're going to get blowed up sometimes, so you might as well insure the damn things and get some cash back when it happens.

  • Don't fly anything you can't afford to lose. This doesn't just include your insured ship, but also weapons, cargo, etc.

The other two times were just not jumping out quickly enough when rats (NPC bad guys) were kicking my ass.

At the moment I'm waiting for destroyers to finish training so I can purchase a Catalyst and go ratting. Well, actually, I'm just waiting for the skill to finish training so I can set it up to work on science level three while I sleep.

...this is so not healthy.

(But at least I'm not playing WoW, which can get you killed.)

April 22, 2006 5:11 AM