EVE Survivor Guy, Part Four
Hello, and welcome to the fourth entry of EVE Online Survivor Guy. In this series, I'll be jumping head first into the dangerous universe of New Eden, where I expect survival won't come easy. I'll be going into New Eden as a total newbie, and I expect the learning curve to be steep. I don't want to over dramatize this, but a mistake out here could prove fatal...
Week Four: Gimme Shelter
For a month now I had survived in the unforgiving universe of New Eden; I've bested the rogues and vagabonds wishing to fell me with an assortment of colored lasers; I've traversed through dangerous conflicts between opposing moral factions, I've even dabbled in space piracy. I was the poetic image of survival, I was the pioneer wishing to conquer the most extreme of temperate and conditions; I was the Survivor Guy.
My once conservative ways of survival had slipped a little as of late; I was running missions, gallivanting across galaxies in pursuit of wealth and fame; I was reckless, out of control; an adrenaline junkie and loving it. Logical and apprehensive survival had gotten me so far but now I was lusting excitement and spaceship violence, days of carefully planned skill progression turned into games of magnetic word connection- if it sounded masculine and had the word “Gun” in it, it was mine. The sound and careful foundation I had built was now fully in fruition, I could be reckless and careless.
While I was running missions and trying to purchase bigger and better spacecraft my mind was occupied, I was having fun and adventure, but one thing was niggling in the back of my mind; Oh sure it was slightly edgy to be a one man wolf pack but talks with several players had lead me to create an image of awe and greatness of corporation life, to me it was a battle of supreme scale, epic conflicts with ships the size of moons, explosive firepower and rousingly high octane excitement. I had decided that this was to be my next stop in EVE Online.
While I had some human contact while playing the game, I wasn’t what you would call sociable. Many private conversations consisted of frustrated and ignored veterans trying to guide and seemingly groom me in some way and as such I didn’t have too many friends. My egotistical approach to survival had left me a loner and while in many ways learning the game on my own terms was a good move, it had left me with little to no contacts and this came back to bite me in the metaphorical space ass. I needed to branch out and mingle, I needed a corporation and I wasn’t sure how I would find one.
As It turned out I was already in some sort of corporation by the name of Scope, but I wasn’t to know, to me this was just a glorified chat tab in which people often traded insults and tips, often at the same time, this automatically assigned group didn’t fit my independent ethos so I left once I found out how to do so. I wanted to find a group of players that were welcoming to newcomers but also serious; hardcore in their approach but gentle and helpful, did such a thing exist? I was about to find out, my main worry was finding myself invited to a sort of corporation pile-on, a group that exists to simply invite more and more members in a pursuit of number induced orgasm that are so prevalent in other MMORPGs. No, I wanted something better, an official and regimented outfit befitting of my surviving ways.