Thursday, November 27, 2008

I Am The Best

I am not just one of the best. I am not just very good. I am not just amazing. When my pirating days are over, my name will be referred to as the very description for being the best of the best. Young pilots in the academy will daydream about being like me. Young girls will write my name over and over in their notebooks, hoping that I will come and sweep them off their feet and let them be part of my legendary lifestyle. People will beg for my secrets and for me to teach them but there will be nothing to teach for it is all in my innate abilities. You cannot teach talent. I cannot pass on raw natural ability.

I am the best of the best and you should all be thankful that I grace the universe of New Eden with my presence. Anyone who wishes to thank me for being what I am, I take donations in the form of ISK, alcohol and small children.

One Ship, Two Ship, Red Ship, Blue Ship

As usual, our gang was not very well organized. A rowdy conversation over the voice communications and our pilots spread over several systems meant no one was really out roaming for any action but as always, I didn't have the patience to sit around and wait. I flew into the sometimes busy system of Ardar and found an Asarte command ship close on the scanner, apparently watching the gate I had just come through. Within a few moments he had warped away and left system and I took a guess as to where he had gone and set my destination for Floseswin. It seemed that I had guessed correctly as he was here in the system. I guessed to his destination again and warped to the distant gate of Aset only to find myself now sitting directly on top of the blinky red pirate Astarte in my tiny little Ishkur assault frigate. He sat and watched me for a moment and then continued on his way, jumping into the Aset solar system. Again I followed.

I uncloaked on the opposite side and the command ship did the same, this time deciding that he was going to make me sorry for shadowing him the past few jumps. I thought about how certain it was that I was going to die but went with the flow and engaged him back. Soon I was flying in a an extremely shallow orbit around my target as he tried to nail me with his medium sized blasters and drones... of which neither could hit me! Excellent. I had let my corporation and gang know what I had pinned down and was waiting for the assistance to stream in. Little did I know that he had done the same and his friends were also on their way. I focused on his drones and once they were destroyed there was nothing he could do to hit me. Soon a few members of my gang arrived and we were able to amass the firepower to finish off the Astarte who instead of smartly flying back to the gate had been flying away from it.

But what is this? Several more ships were landing directly on top of us! Two Drakes and a Thorax warped in as well as a few more of my own gang members. A frantic battle of trying to destroy their Warrior drones before they ate through our frigates ensued and I even had to warp away and then back to the fight but again we managed to finish them off with no losses... right as more ships arrived? Like a ninja movie where only one or two enemies attacked at a time, making it easy for the hero to succeed, a Megathron and Falcon arrived on scene as backup. A Falcon would make things difficult but he would have to jam many ships and the Megathron was virtually useless against all of our smaller ships with its large guns and large drones. I locked and stuck my drones on the Falcon before it could jam me and flew towards him as quickly as I could. With the Falcon as our primary target, we were able to keep at least one warp scrambler on him at all times and after what seemed like a long time for a Falcon, he went down. A glance at his readout explained why he seemed less paper-thin than most other ships of his type... a 1600mm plate, an armor repairer and other mods to help his tank.

Finally, all attention was turned to the Megathron and burned through him as he was trying to self-destruct his ship. How very rude. The dust settled and we had destroyed two battlecruisers, a command ship, a force recon and battleship, all with T2, rigs and even some faction fittings. We had sustained no losses to our gang of frigates and one force recon ship. All because I followed and engaged a random Astarte. All the more proof as to why I am the best.

If They Believe It, It's True

I sat outside a busy station in low-sec in my Taranis. I could not engage anything that flew by or else the sentry guns would easily rip me apart, but I wanted to take advantage of the new-ish pilots docking and undocking every few minutes. I decided to try a little social engineering:

[ 03:13:03 ] Spectre3353 > Hello LILIA
[ 03:13:08 ] Lovely LILIA > hi
[ 03:13:17 ] Lovely LILIA > wazzap?
[ 03:13:21 ] Spectre3353 > Myself and 2 of my friends are waiting outside the station for you to undock so that we can kill you and pod you
[ 03:13:31 ] Spectre3353 > You can pay me 10 million ISK right now and we will leave you alone
[ 03:13:37 ] Lovely LILIA > lol
[ 03:13:39 ] Spectre3353 > Otherwise we will be camping here a while
[ 03:13:46 ] Lovely LILIA > my working day is beginning
[ 03:13:53 ] Lovely LILIA > sorry, but i have to go :)))
[ 03:14:43 ] Lovely LILIA > but tnx
[ 03:14:55 ] Lovely LILIA > i'll remember you
[ 03:15:10 ] Lovely LILIA > see you
[ 03:15:12 ] Spectre3353 > how romantic
[ 03:15:13 ] Spectre3353 > goodbye

No dice. Let's try another:

[ 03:17:20 ] Spectre3353 > Hello KevLor
[ 03:17:27 ] KevLor I > howdy
[ 03:17:33 ] KevLor I > what's up?
[ 03:17:41 ] Spectre3353 > We have just assembled a gang outside your station to camp you and kill you when you undock. If you pay me 15 million ISK we will let you by with no trouble.
[ 03:17:48 ] Spectre3353 > Otherwise we will be camping here and waiting for you for a while.
[ 03:18:26 ] KevLor I > lol....have fun...I was going to log off and go buy thansgiving food stuff, but I guess I will have to leave it logged on now :D
[ 03:18:38 ] Spectre3353 > You are welcome to.
[ 03:18:40 ] Spectre3353 > We will be here waiting.
[ 03:18:45 ] KevLor I > k
[ 03:18:48 ] KevLor I > talk to ya later....

Rats. I guess I am not as clever as I thought I was.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Good Podding

Money To Burn

I checked my fake mustache to make sure it wasn't falling off. Considering my infamy and reputation, someone could recognize me if my disguise was not top notch in the populated Hek super mall. It was no Jita, but it was still bustling and busy like a trade hub should be. I shuffled down the main strip of shops in my cowboy boots, trying to push my fake dreadlocks out of my face when something glittered out of the corner of my eye. I walked up to the storefront and pressed my face up against the glass to get a good look at the small shiny objects of my attention. Implants! The sign on the store said "CRAZY IVAN'S IMPLANT HUT". It didn't look like a hut and I doubted that the girl behind the counter was named "Ivan". Whatever... I had money to burn!

A little while later I stumbled out of the shop feeling a little bit woozy and with my wallet about 65,000,000 ISK lighter. I had always dreamed of being able to afford fancy +4 implants and now I finally had the confidence to install them as I hadn't been podded in months. "Man I am cool" I told myself as I winked at a group of young Caldari ladies going about their shopping. Rolling of the eyes must be the Caldari way of saying they approved. Groovy.

It's Been A Long Time...

...since I felt the rush of a good fight. Weeks in fact. So eager was I to get that adreneline rush that I jumped into a faction warfare complex full of nine frigates and cruisers to try and take them on in a 1 vs 9 fight with my Vexor. Chances were that I would die but nothing epic ever happens if you don't take a chance. With surprise on my side and their fleet already spread out and fighting their faction enemies, I landed in the 'plex. I deployed my drones and managed to take down one of their Punisher's, their Purifier and almost a second Punisher before my Vexor was smushed by their combined firepower. A fun fight but now it was time to get my pod and my clone and its precious new implants to safety. I selected a random item on my overview and jammed the warp button as my pod ejected. I hit the warp button again. And again. Warp damn it! This must be a bad dream. How did they cat-

I sat up and wiped the goo out of my eyes. I felt a little bit sick and out of place in this new clone. This new body was devoid of all my new expensive implants and some other apendages felt differently sized. The girls were not going to be happy. How embarassing.

Misc

- Don't forget to check out Flashfresh's Pirate Speedlinking post for the month of November.

- Despite this post and a little bit of play time, I am still on hiatus. I won't be online much or posting much so try to hold yourselves together by reading RuPaul's blog. It is very similiar to the stuff I write.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Hiatus

EveNewb will be on a bit of a hiatus for the next few weeks thanks to several factors including:

(1) Comcast is a bunch of idiots.
(2) Business trip.
(3) Fallout 3.
(4) American Holidays.

My posts will probably be few and far between until the end of the year. For now, please check out Kanye West's blog as a substitute since his posts contain much of the same ideas and content.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Cocky

Cocky Frigates

I am tempted to go into an in-depth rant about the Quantum Rise changes and their effect on combat but I will instead keep it simple and detail one of the upsides. Everyone seems to be flying a decked out assault frigates and they are all so cocky that they think they can take on a well fit cruiser: Ishkur and Wolf.

Cocky Miners

Basking in the glow of killing a rigged Wolf and looting his faction armor repairer, I was traveling home to Evati. Passing through the system of Frerstorn, I gave a glance at the directional scanner. A silent alarm went off in my head as the scanner reported a Hulk mining exhumer within range. Some quick scanner sleuthing caused me to determine he was out there somewhere, but not at any warpable object. I needed probes and I needed them NOW:

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > uhhhhh
[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > hulk in frerstorn? 
[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > am i seeing something wrong here?

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > someone bring a prboer to frerstorn


[ 2008.11.15 ] Mynxee > i can do it. link the system please

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > frerstorn

[ 2008.11.15 ] Mynxee > omw


After a short wait, Mynxee had arrived and located our target which had now been joined by a second Hulk. How I wished I had a wingman or a second warp scrambler... one would have to do. Mynxee provided me with their location and I warped in and landed directly on top of one of the miners. I warp scrambled, unleashed my arsenal and attempted to ransom the fellow for a perfectly reasonable amount:

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > for 100 million i will leave 
[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > you have 30 seconds to comply by transfering the money into my wallet

[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > 100 mil - yeah right

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > die then 
[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > lol - 100 mil - real world mate...

[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > sheeeesh


He was not willing to pay so I finished the job and listened to the resulting whining:

[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > 100mil for a hulk? 
[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > lol

[ 2008.11.15 ] Spectre3353 > thats a perfectly reasonable request buddy

[ 2008.11.15 ] Riga Mortis > yeah right... lol


Cocky POS Tower?

Yesterday I participated in my first POS take down when we attacked an offline small Caldari tower. I can assure everyone after this experience that I will never intentionally take part in anything that boring and monotonous again. Boring. At least the view was good:

Moros + Capital Blasters = Awesome


More Blasters


Big Badda-Boom

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Step 3: Profit!

I must say that I was always jealous of some of the things I heard about the Bastards and friends before I was part of their glorious corporation. Freighters, faction battleships, all sorts of delicious kills and their associated loot that I wish I could have been a part of attaining. Why did I never find such profitable encounters? Am I not worthy? Am I not good enough? Am I flying in the wrong area? Flying the wrong ships? Where do babies come from? These questions pierced my thoughts and made me wish it was me making billions from the death and destruction of some other poor pilot.

Fast forward to more recently when I joined the Bastards and I expected that in my first week we would probably gank three dreadnoughts, one carrier and then probe down four mission runners in Golem's. When none of this happened, I figured that perhaps I was being unrealistic and that entertaining and profitable encounters would take some time to materialize. I need to curb my expectations and start small... like with a tier 3 battleship:


I was listening over voice comms when one voice cut through the babble and asked for attention. Viginti had been scouring the belts in a system a few jumps away in his Crusader and had found an Abaddon ratting in one of the belts. An expensive battleship alone in a belt? I jumped up from my desk and bolted down to the hangar. Without a second thought I prepped my Myrmidon battlecruiser and undocked, knocking one of the hangar techs through the airlock and into space in my haste. "Does that count as a podkill?" I pondered as my ship aligned and began to warp. I checked my course and realized that there was only one way to meet up with Viginti and it was to travel through high security space in my battlecruiser. I observed some of my own corp-mates about to make the jump in battleships and other assorted large ships and figured that while I had never taken such a large ship into lawful space, I would probably be ok.

Minutes later I had arrived in the destination system and belt as one of the first attackers on scene. I burned my ship towards the Abaddon and powered up my weapons systems. Blasters loaded. Drones deployed. Target locked. I tore into my target as the rest of the gang was landing and approaching as well and it looked grim for the poor little Amarr pilot who had been sold down the river by our tackler in dinky little frigate. As our victims armor began to collapse, the suggestion was made to ask him to eject. As hard as it is to make myself pull back my weapons in the mid-stride, I did so... and the pilot followed orders! He ejected from his ship, fled the belt Kulmid docked up his own ride in order to pick up our new aquisition. Expensive modules, rigs... this ship was worth a pretty penny. So why not sell it back to the person that probably wants it the most?

Kulmid > o/
Mr Nau > ?
Kulmid > you want to buy your ship back?

Kulmid > 200,000,000.00 ISK
Mr Nau > may be 180?
Kulmid > no, 200
Mr Nau > for 200.000.000 i can buy new ship with rigs
Kulmid > but this way you keep the insurance you already bought
Kulmid > and you get everythign
Kulmid > you get rigs, guns, everything fitted
Kulmid > exactly how it was
Mr Nau > may be 180 ?
Kulmid > and your insurance
Kulmid > 200mil
Mr Nau > guns T1
Kulmid > they are 5mil each
Kulmid > Mega Modulated
Kulmid > are 4-5mil each
Kulmid > its worth 220mil at least
Kulmid > I'll sell to you for 200mil
Mr Nau > 200 is very mach for me
Kulmid > you get this nice shiny ship though
Mr Nau > 190
Kulmid > 200
Mr Nau > no thnk
Kulmid > ok find
Kulmid > have a nice day then
Kulmid > fine*
Mr Nau > 190
Kulmid > 200
Mr Nau > becase i have only 208 mln
Kulmid > then you will still have 200
Mr Nau > i must repaer ship
Kulmid > no, I already repaired it
Mr Nau > :((

Our new friend bought back his ship for 200 million ISK. Groovy. All aboard the profit train!

Choo Choo!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Money and Puppies

Golden Helmet

Aside from being what I call my most prized body part, Golden Helmet is also the name of my ex-CEO and friend. Helmet is a much older pilot than myself and led myself and dozens of others through several months of pure pirating bliss while we were a part of the Python Cartel. He has been one of my favorite wing men and has sacrificed much of his own time and resources for our enjoyment. I was a little bit surprised when I woke up a few days ago and noticed a blinking icon on the monitor. A contract had been assigned to me from Jita and the item that had been contracted was... a Rattlesnake? "I don't even know what a Rattlesnake is..." I thought as I went and did a little bit of research.

A faction battleship worth over a billion isk. A billion. Wow. It turns out that Helmet has decided to give up the pirating and mercenary life for a while to take care of some things in his personal life. He has gone planet side indefinitely and give away all his stuff. Needless to say, I am now 1.3 billion ISK richer, my hangar is stocked with every ship and module imaginable and I will be set for quite a while. How appropriate it is that someone who gave so much to us all while he was here has even found a way to keep his legacy going now that he has gone? I hope we will see you again GH and when we do, I might still have some cash to give you.

Molly

I have a puppy. She is a Puggle (half Pug, half Beagle) and about one-and-a-half years old now. She seems to digress more and more every day as opposed to maturing. She barks at everything and anything and it isn't just a bark so much as a high-pitched squeal that could bring even the most hardened of men to their knees. She is needy, extremely hyper-active, she jumps on people, tracks mud everywhere, whines, digs holes in my yard and continues to eat her own feces at every possible opportunity. She is probably the most destructive and insane creature I have ever encountered and she makes me want to smother her with a pillow on most days.

Yet every so often when I take her for a walk or we are sitting around, she will walk up to me with her tail wagging and jump up up my leg so that she is looking straight up at me. It is almost unbearably cute and it makes me forgive her for everything shes ever chewed, every hole shes ever dug and for that time I came home from work to find that she had pooped all over my entire house.

Women. Whether they are human or not, they are all manipulative.

Molly Outside

Molly In A Box

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

A Post About Eve!

David and Goliath!

I don't fly my Taranis quite as much as I used to. I still love the ship that has given me so much but it is hard to stick with the same thing every time you go out and it is getting especially tough to fly a ship that cannot engage under sentry fire. So when I saw that the Bastards had a T2 frigate gang going, I passed over my Ishkur, Enyo and Ares and jumped in my Super Ion Gank Blasteranis(tm) and headed out to join up.

Down to Egghelende I went to meet up with the fleet. It was a fairly large group made of up of more than half a dozen different frigates of all shapes and sizes and even a cruiser or two. We spent some time in system trying to hunt down a variety of ships to no avail until I saw what appeared to be a Myrmidon on a gate leading to what used to be my base of operations in the area, Aliette. I warped to the gate and right in front of me was the Myrmidon. I checked the pilots information and noted his age... only 2 months old and flying a battlecruiser! I had to find some way to take advantage of this even though none of our ships could engage him on the gate. I opened a conversation to see what I could arrange:

[ 2008.11.05 01:38:27 ] Spectre3353 > hi!
[ 2008.11.05 01:38:39 ] pierre chandelle > hllo
[ 2008.11.05 01:38:45 ] Spectre3353 > i am having some trouble with the rats here
[ 2008.11.05 01:38:47 ] Spectre3353 > would you mind helping me?
[ 2008.11.05 01:38:57 ] pierre chandelle > sure
[ 2008.11.05 01:39:02 ] Spectre3353 > ok belt 7-3
[ 2008.11.05 01:39:06 ] Spectre3353 > i am going there now, thanks!

I went to the belt and alerted my gang. We might have an incoming and unsuspecting target! We waited... and waited... and nothing came. Damn! I continued our private conversation to try and get him to meet us...

[ 2008.11.05 01:40:35 ] Spectre3353 > rats are beating me up pretty bad :/
[ 2008.11.05 01:40:36 ] Spectre3353 > plz help
[ 2008.11.05 01:40:44 ] Spectre3353 > i am in asteroid belt VII - 3
[ 2008.11.05 01:42:12 ] Spectre3353 > ??

...but again to no avail. He never showed up. I sighed and watched as he dissapeared off scan and out of the system. Hmm. He must have just jumped to Aliette. I aligned and warped my Taranis to the gate and jumped through. No Myrmidon at the gate but my scanner showed that he was nearby... and directly towards a planet! I warped to the planet and was overjoyed to see him sitting there, unmoving and and ripe for the taking. I unleashed with everything I had and called my gang to get into system and help me kill a ship that I probably could not solo...

...Or could I? As my comrades were on their way to join the fray, I realized that I had already beaten my target into armor and he was still unmoving and not fighting back. No guns fired. No drones launched. Not a single movement in any direction. He was not even at the controls! My gang mates began to arrive but out of respect and courtesy they simply watched and cheered me on instead of jumping into the fight. This was to be my kill!

A mighty battlecruiser felled by a lowly frigate. A bit of proof as to why you should not get into a big ship before you truly know how to fly it.

No Funny Stuff

I have a friend who just recently graduated from the Minmitar Republic Fleet Academy. He, like many of his kin, has gotten into the trusty and reliable Rifter frigate to begin his life as a combat pilot. I was with him just recently when he got his first kill and I can only imagine that it has fueled his bloodlust and desire to cause more havoc in low security space. Needless to say, tonight I was very proud to hear that he was hunting and trying to engage a Catalyst destroyer in nearby lowsec. He told me over the comms that he had almost managed to scramble the fellow when he had fled from the belt and left system. This was only a couple systems away from my current location so I rushed in his direction to try and help find and destroy his prey.

I started on my way and a couple jumps in I noticed the pilot that he had described to me was in local! I scanned around and found him at one of the nearby stations and proceeded to follow him in warp to several different gates. Every time I landed at a gate with him and targeted him, he panicked and warped away to yet another gate. He must have been a very inexperienced pilot and not realized that at a gate there was absolutely nothing I could do to kill him or else the sentry guns would almost instantly destroy my ship. Fear and ignorance are a powerful combination and something that pirates have to wield and exploit almost as often as our actual weapons. Finally, panicked and confused, he hailed me and we began a conversation:

[ 2008.11.05 04:30:36 ] Ieago > Ok Ok I'll give it back

"Give it back"? What? I had no idea what he was talking about but I may as well just go along and take advantage of the situation...

[ 2008.11.05 04:30:42 ] Spectre3353 > yes i want it back
[ 2008.11.05 04:30:50 ] Spectre3353 > meet me in belt 1 - 1
[ 2008.11.05 04:30:52 ] Spectre3353 > bosboger 1 - 1
[ 2008.11.05 04:30:54 ] Spectre3353 > no funny stuff

[ 2008.11.05 04:31:22 ] Spectre3353 > you meet me in 1-1 so i can check you out
[ 2008.11.05 04:31:24 ] Spectre3353 > or else i will kill you
[ 2008.11.05 04:31:26 ] Spectre3353 > you understand?
[ 2008.11.05 04:31:27 ] Spectre3353 > go to 1-1 now

A few moments later, he had still not followed my advice so I reinforced the idea:

[ 2008.11.05 04:32:10 ] Spectre3353 > i see you are at the lulm gate
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:16 ] Spectre3353 > if you dont follow my orders, i will kill you right now
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:18 ] Ieago > 1: you're talking to a noob so I have no Idea what 1 -1 is.2: meet me in the quaffe Co. factory I'll do the item exchange (private3 contract)
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:25 ] Spectre3353 > the first belt in the list
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:28 ] Spectre3353 > right click the screen
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:33 ] Spectre3353 > asteroid belts
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:34 ] Spectre3353 > first one
[ 2008.11.05 04:32:38 ] Ieago > going

What a fool. Had he seriously followed my demands? The question was answered as I landed in the belt and saw my prey. I locked him, turned on my webifier and scrambler and waited for my wingman to arrive. The Catalyst finally got what was coming to him from the muzzle of my friends 150mm autocannons.

A bit of proof as to why you should never underestimate the power of words.

Update: I was kind of tired and not sober when I wrote this last night. It has been edited a bit since I am much pickier about grammar and wording while not under the influence of Smirnoff.

Update 2: The Myrmidon pilot left me an Eve-Mail today. He apparently figured out how to tell what/who killed him and wanted to get in contact with me:

2008.11.05 06:35
why did you guys kill me...??? i was sitting there afk...?

jezz man send me 30mil to replace my ship?

I laughed. I did not however send him any money.

I Just Made A Salad


This is no ordinary salad. It may be the greatest salad ever created. I fit it like so:

Lows:
5x Leafs Of Romaine Lettuce (ripped up into small pieces)

Mids:
8x Croutons
1/2x Small Onion (chopped up into little strings)
1x Large Mushroom (chopped up into little slices)
1x 10MN Microwarpdrive I

Highs:
1x Olive Oil
1x Vinegar
1x Salt
1x Pepper

Drones:
5x Warrior II

The key is really the onion and the vinegar. Together they give the salad such a bite that it almost jumps out at you and grabs your balls and forces you to give it your wallet. The croutons and salt and pepper give it the flavor while the lettuce and mushrooms provide the body and textures any salad needs for completeness. In case of smaller ships engaging this salad, you can simply stick your Warrior II's on them and MWD away towards the refrigerator where a beer or six will fix everything.

IMPORTANT ADDITIONAL NOTE: Tomatoes should really be mandatory in this salad as well. I simply did not have any in my hangar to work with. I recommend the small Italian ones which can be found in Hek for about 300,000 ISK a piece. They are well worth it.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Changes

The Python Cartel

Slowly over the past few weeks, major changes have taken place. The Python Cartel, the corporation that I have loved and tried to help build is on it's last legs and will soon be put to bed. Over 650 kills and over 90 losses since I first joined the ranks of PC and I have grown immensely as a pilot in that time. I am very sad to see it go but sometimes it is necessary to move on and keep things interesting. I want to thank everyone I flew with in the Cartel for making it such a fun and drama free group to fly with. Golden Helmet should be very proud of what he had assembled as long as it did last. On that note, I have left and joined a new corporation:

The Bastards

Before I left, I spoke with several members of PC who wanted to try and stick together and get into a more active pirate corp. We looked at a few corporations and decided to speak with The Bastards which may sound familiar as they have done some very interesting things and have some prominent bloggers within their ranks. Myself and many members of The Python Cartel applied and I have since been accepted within their ranks. I hope that I will soon see many of my old pirate friends being accepted as well.

That Was Boring... Tell Us What You Killed!

I killed some stuff. I just lack to interest and motivation to describe the encounters in detail. I think it might be some sort of writers block.