I didn’t notice this til just now but, about a week ago, Infernal had his first birthday

I remember the first time I sat in my Kestrel shooting at NPCs. I loved that little frigate, I really did. I couldn’t see how it could get much better. I ran mission after mission in it til I got my first Caracal, though I wasn’t that impressed with it. I just wanted to fly the Kessie more.

That changed when I got my first Drake. It was the best ship ever. I vowed at that moment to become the uber-est Drake pilot New Eden had ever seen.

It was around about this time I had my first taste of PvP and high sec wars. Some Corp whose members were a couple of years old decced us for no apparent reason, as they do. Although a lot of us were younger players we fought them hard. We’d take the fight to them and let them bring it to us. Unfortunately due to lack of experience we didn’t do so well, though I loved every minute of it.

After that those of us that enjoyed the PvP would take roams into low sec or go can flipping in the surrounding systems. We thought nothing of jumping into the dangerous low sec system next door when one of our corp mates was in trouble on the gate.

I still continued to mission the rest of the time, earning my ISK and standings. Moved up to the Raven, which was pretty good I suppose, but I was getting bored of missions by that point.

As the Corp started to fall apart we went our separate ways for a while. I joined 8lack Wing, a PvP Corp which was then part of the low sec alliance Idle Empire. This Corp taught me much of what I needed to learn to start PvPing effectively… and how annoying it is to rat your sec status back up to get into empire.
After some time we left the alliance, looking for a good home in 0.0. We spent a couple of months in Cloud Ring, then moved to two other alliances.

Pretty quickly I got bored with null sec. I accepted the offer to join the Corp created by a friend from the Corp I started in. We became like those that taught us how much we loved PvP in the first place. High sec wars were so much fun. What was at that point the three of us pounded on unprepared Corps. We were win. We gathered more members, choosing from people we had fought with, once taking in a member of one Corp who had been accused of being a spy then popped and podded by his so called friends. He was a miner, but since joining us has never looked back. We took in the majority of another small Corp we decced who gave us a good fight. Corps we were at war with would join alliances, we would go so far as to almost crush the alliance. When Corps left, we would dec them too.

Life was good. Something Rotten was WIN with a capital everything.

Then one day one of the Alliances we decced hired Mercs on us. That took our experience up a notch. Both sides fought hard and it ended up pretty equal. To cut a long story short (because I’ve gone on long enough) today those Mercs are our Alliance.

But even though I am now a year old, I’m still pretty noob. So I have more skillpoints and I can fly more ships, but there’s much I haven’t done. There’s something special about a game that can keep a person playing for years without them seeing all there is to offer. Before now I’ve never played a game like it and will probably keep playing for a long time to come.

Future plans? Fly more ships, blow up more of other people’s ships. I really don’t know. I’m happy in Something Rotten, we still are kinda win, even when we’re not (if that make sense), and the guys are a lot of fun.

So thanks to everybody who has got me through the last year and helped me become who I am, especialy my current Corp mates, without whom I’d probably have quit long ago.

Cheers guys.

Yes, we really are. Made up of a small band of like-minded individuals from old friends to old war targets, we are what you hate.
We will grief, scam, kill and generally be a nuisance to your corporation or alliance. Then, once you fall apart, we will follow you and start all over again.

There are no rules. We’ve annoyed you? Scammed you? Can flipped you? Suicide ganked you? We don’t care.
You want to dec us? Bring it. More targets for us.

You want us to dec someone else and do what we do best? I’m sure that can be arranged.

We are here.

Something Rotten..

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Enjoy, bitches.

Dirty Protagonist > shit is so cash
weboide > I believe you may be a homosexual

gwendoline > if u want 2 fight .. ur right with us ,,, and … u wanna pay 2 leave suggested

WE HONOR ALL 1v1 BATTLES

2009.06.29 12:20
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Infernal Travesty

Unfortunately it was again empty, but as I threw my probes out I noticed the background.

They call it deadly space, I guess they need to make it look a little scary.

Since my last post we have left low sec, split from the alliance (although we still fly with them on a regular basis), ratted our sec status’ back up in Geminate and returned to Empire for some more griefing.

To kick it all off we immediately decced Broski, a Corp of approx 250 members with a blob mentality and level 5 in smacktalking. Unfortunately, 6 hours after the dec went through they joined Avarice, a 0.0 alliance, and all but moved out of their home system. I’d like to think that we scared them, but I doubt it. So, after getting no fights out of them we dropped the dec and started looking for more targets.

Unfortunately, now that summer is over, a lot of our members are going back to school/college/real life stuff etc. that will take up much of their free time.

And so Something Rotten opens its doors for a new influx of pilots. Yes, we are recruiting.

For those of you who may be interested, we are a small group of experienced pilots based in Lonetrek and Black Rise who regularly participate in Empire wars, low sec roams and wormhole hit-and-runs. We fly regularly with other Corps with the same mindset as ours.
WE DON’T MINE!

Our Battleclinic stats.

What we are looking for:

• Active, mature pilots, preferably aged 18+
• 5mil minimum SP in combat related skills, the ability to fly at least a T2 frigate an advantage.
• Willingness to learn (if needed) and able to follow instructions from the FC.

What we offer:

• A small, friendly group of experienced pilots to fly with.
• An unlimited amount of Carebear tears.
• Assistance and advice when needed.

How to apply:

Contact myself, Infernal Travesty, or Arden Jace in game via convo or Evemail. If neither of us are online at the time we will respond as soon as we can. We will answer any questions you may have, plus ask you a few of our own.
We may require that you fly with us once or twice, for example on a wormhole excursion, to get an idea of your abilities and willingness to participate and follow orders.
If we like you we will request your LIMITED API to see where your skills are.

This is the beginning of a new installment for Something Rotten and we’d love to have good, fun pilots on board with us.

It’s been one hell of a fortnight and probably isn’t over yet.

Two weeks ago today: Three of the local yobs try to kick down my door in an attempt to acquire something I’ve been working on for months and was really looking forward to smoking. They fail. I destroy the item a couple of weeks early and still enjoy it.

Last Sunday: Out playing Airsoft, urban this time rather than woodland. I jump into a building through a very low window ledge but, due to a miscalculation end up on the concrete floor inside. One dislocated and fractured shoulder. Am left almost completely unable to use right arm for a short period. Using the mouse with the left hand sucks.

Three days ago: A second attempt is made by local yobs to acquire previously destroyed item. At least five of them are present. This time the front door gives due to recent damage, but the sofa up against the living room door holds. They fail. They were going to fail from the moment they came to the door.

Ten days until my front door is scheduled to be fixed. It’s boarded up, the door frame is completely screwed. Several lengths of wood are placed strategically just inside the door. Hopefully stalling any future intruders while living room is barricaded.

/me looks at the large ground floor living room window, easily big enough for access.

Today: Am able to use right arm to an extent so can play Eve… Kind of. Still waiting for attempt number three by the locals.

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.

In our defence, what other action should we take when a corp full of relatively young pilots choose to set up home in the only high sec system in the middle of a dead end low sec pipe? We wonder if they moved out here to avoid war decs, can flippers and general harassment. That would be a mistake.

Props to them though, they sure can get a gang together and seem to be well up for battles here and there when there’s enough of them.

They’ve killed some of us, we’ve killed some of them. And so it goes on.

I actually got my first opportunity to really test the overheating capabilities on my new Rifter: “Crinkley” against one of their youngsters. I screwed up, failing to turn it off in time to save my afterburner, almost destroying my point and web too. Still, one Cormorant down. I didn’t really expect to lose the battle given the pilot was rather new.

Trading. No. Just… No.

So I was bringing my alt up from Jita to deliver some more Rifters, a Thrasher and some mods. Sat in Jita I thought to myself that now would be a good time to check price differences between there and Rens, the Minmatar trading hub.
I decided that items used primarily by the Minmatar would be the best plan, although I would absolutely not be the first to think this and take advantage of it.
Anyway, I settled on an item that would, in theory, net me a quick 25mil profit with the limited capital I could put into it and made my way to Rens happily.

As I type, approximately 12 hours later, half of them have sold and I have been forced to lower my prices about 20 times due to being undercut by 1 isk over and over again. Once sold my profit will still be about 20mil, but being sat in a station checking my order details every 10 minutes or so is not my idea of fun. At all.

Though it is slightly amusing to watch all the big time traders scramble to beat the prices of a one-off trading test.

I think I’m just too impatient. I don’t want isk in a couple of days. I don’t want to sit there watching my wallet go up by a mil or two every hour.

I WANT TO BLOW STUFF UP.

A little background.

Some time ago our corp Something Rotten and our alliance W A S T E L A N D moved into Black Rise low sec, calling Teskanen our home for some time. Some of you may recognize the name of the system as the one in which the Clear Skies and John Rourke took out an Avatar class Titan before it was rammed into the station in that excellent movie Clear Skies II. Although that was probably recorded a long time before we moved there I still like to point out “I lived there” as my claim to fame.

When we moved in there was a small mission running alliance, Barrel of Monkeys, living there who almost immediately contacted our alliance leader and requested blue standings. After careful consideration a non-aggression pact was signed and we lived peacefully together.
Little did they know that a plan was in motion to completely annihilate them.
One quiet evening we put together an operation to drop a POS in a nearby system. The other alliance was invited and, as they had the protection of twenty or so of us they happily joined in.
But we had no intention of destroying the POS. About twenty minutes into the usually boring POS bash one of our members curtly pointed out in local chat that “standings have been reset.” Our weapons were immediately turned upon our old “allies” and they were obliterated rather quickly.

Suffice is to say they did not remain in Teskanen after this.

Unfortunately for us this now meant that the majority of traffic in the area was already flashy red. Roams around the area yielded little in the way of neutrals to fight. Our hunts often ended in and around Tama, sometimes even as far out as Old Man Star. The fights we could get were too far away for our liking. We would not be able to become outlaws ourselves like this. So a couple of weeks later, after some exploration and local research, we finally picked a new home.

Hrondedir. Minmatar space. It took a whole lot of logistics to move all our members out there but it was worth it. Even ignoring the macro haulers there was a decent amount of traffic and, just a few short jumps away, Evati and other ripe hunting grounds. If we wanted a fight we would find one. If we didn’t… wait, what?

Our new neighbours, Mean Coalition, don’t like us. In fact they even started a whole campaign against us on their killboards. Oh well, there’s a whole bunch of new targets for us. Unfortunately their main tactic seems to be to not leave docking radius unless they outnumber us at least five to one. Or probe down one of our younger guys and warp five battleships onto him. Where’s the fun in that?

Our Corp, Something Rotten, was once a high sec war dec corp. Most of our battles and hunts were performed in frigate gangs. Our enemies, secure in the knowledge that our frigates were no match for their huge battleships, were always happy to engage us and always surprised when they lost.
We continue the tradition here in Hrondedir with regular T1 cruiser roams. We win some, we lose some but, either way, good fun is had by all.

Background out of the way.

I apologize that now I have to disappoint you all. Just a few weeks ago I lost a couple of relatively expensive ships. One in a battle at a POS in which Mean warped in with the POS owners and destroyed our Dreads’ four-battleship support but ran away the moment they started losing ships to the dreads, which were just seconds from coming out of siege mode. The other ship lost was my own stupid fault when I warped into a PvE (yes, I said it) situation that I knew the ship couldn’t handle, as I’d already warped in and out of it several times.

Coupled with these losses, it was quickly approaching the moment in which I would have to renew my pilots’ licenses. Quickly running the maths, I realized that I would need at least 1.7 billion isk to replace both losses and pay for both 60 day licenses, prices of which have been fluctuating greatly between 650mil and 800mil a piece.
Now, my income in low sec is abysmal. So I run some plexes here and there, I run radar sites, I ransom, I do all sorts of stuff. But I really don’t make money.

I realised I would have to do the unthinkable. I took my high sec pvp alt and started running missions for Republic Fleet, while ratting Infernal’s sec status up to be able to enter up to at least 0.7. It was a simple matter to get my alt to the point in which I could run level 4 missions, but the Domi is just so slow at it. But, once Infernal could enter the appropriate systems with his raven, it was so much easier.

I hate running missions, I really do. It’s tedious and repetitive. But it makes isk. Lots of it. I don’t sit and run missions all day every day. If I tried to do that I would very quickly get bored of Eve. So with just a few missions a day and a little scamming in Jita I was able to earn 1.3 billion isk in a couple of weeks. I’m not quite there yet but I have the time to pick and choose my missions before i need to buy the second license. Once that is done, and I have replaced those losses and have a large pile of isk hidden in the mattress then I will be ready to return to low sec and the life that I enjoy so much.

I apologize that I have nothing fun to write about, no epic battles or even small ones. Not in Eve anyway. So instead I must write about other battles.

Out of Game Combat: Airsoft.

I’ve only recently been introduced to Airsoft, but I can tell you already that it is the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on.

Possibly the only time a man can play dress-up and get away with it, Airsoft is a military simulation sport. We run around the forests with guns that fire plastic ball bearings (BB’s) shooting at each other.

Some of you may have seen the spring powered BB guns you can buy in the shops for just a small cost, say £30, $50… that sort of price. Those guns are toys. They fire at maybe 150 feet per second, barely touching the person it hits.
We don’t use these guns. The Sub-machine guns and Assault rifles we use fire at up to about 400fps, the sniper rifles up to 500fps. Costing between £100 and over £2000. These are limited to the site we play at. Believe me, a BB hitting you at 500fps from 50 metres away stings quite a bit and leaves a mark for maybe a week.

*Rubs the welt on his neck from the last time.*

I am a gunner. I use a stubby M4 with extended stock and large battery. It has a faster ROF than the support weapons, but smaller magazines. If I fit the 3000 round drum magazine I can tear apart an area, unfortunately running empty after about a minute of constant fire.

In other words, I hurt.

Speaking of hurting, the first time I played I expected to be knackered before the day was over. I am not fit. I sit around a lot at home doing barely anything, let alone running anywhere.
Surprisingly I was having so much fun that I got through the day with the only pain being the soles of my feet. New boots. I got home after stopping for KFC and sat down. 15 minutes later my back ached. Oh well.
Next day… everything ached. Everything hurt. I could barely walk and spent those next 4 days recovering. I am unfit and I know it.

I played yesterday. Today… I feel great. No pain except for the lingering stinging of the sniper shot I took to the neck and my right elbow which has been bitten by mosquitos about 4 times and is a little swollen around the joint. Meh. At least I can walk.

Engagements.

When one finally finds a battle in Eve, for a short while your heart beats faster and the adrenaline rushes. I love this feeling. Unfortunately this extra pumping of blood and adrenaline has nothing to be put into but a few mouse movements and keyboard button presses.
In Airsoft, once you find a battle and are pinned down behind a tree by a sniper and machine gunner, the blood pumps faster and the adrenaline rushes. In Airsoft you can put that anywhere. You can stay where you are and call for back-up, possibly signalling the people with you as to the number of enemies and locations. You can make a plan to attack them, storming out from behind your tree under covering fire from your allies or your own blind fire. Or you can sit quietly and make a plan to outflank them.

On the occasion I’m speaking of, I was stuck on the right hand side of the track with my gun on my right so was unable to shoot back without breaking cover. My tree was being constantly peppered by support fire, so I needed a plan.
After signaling those with me that this route would be inaccessible and to attempt to outflank their position, I unslung my assault rifle, held it to my left (which was easier said than done) and sprayed the area ahead of my position, using my own blind fire to break cover and run to the left hand side of the track with a small path leading off. This was successful and I was free to resling my gun.
At this point I had no idea if the other guys had managed to flank them, communication being difficult as they weren’t carrying radios. So I waited for a minute or two.
Finally I heard the machine gunner firing in a different direction so I jumped out from behind a bush, back onto the track that I’d been previously pinned on, and opened fire in their direction. A cry of “Hit Delta!” from the sniper as I jumped back behind the bush told me that I had successfully taken him down. It also told me that these guys were honourable players that would take their hits and spend their 5 minutes in the deadzone, unlike some I could mention. Now the machine gunner had been flanked and had no sniper support. Over and over again I jumped out from my bush, firing towards him and jumping back before he could track my movements with his heavy weapon. Another shout of “Hit Delta!” informed me that one of my teammates had gotten in a good shot as the gunner was trying to fire at me. The path had been taken. One tiny battle among a day of small battles had been won by us. Good work Bravo team.

Another memorable small engagement saw myself and my sniper buddy dug down in the forest on the outskirts of our base, planning to reduce the enemy forces as they approached. We waited. And waited. Sure enough after a while We could hear movement. As my sniper was completely covered head to toe my hearing was less obstructed so I was able to accurately track the enemy’s movement and figure out that there were just two of them, creeping around us right to left. Keeping my buddy updated constantly with signals we waitied for them to show themselves.
Then I realised that there was now only one person moving to our left. Listening intently I was lucky enough to hear more movement directly ahead, this time moving right to left. It dawned on me that they had our position and were moving to outflank us. Fortunately the guy up ahead was well out of range, and we were behind a small ridge. Concentrating again on the target to the left I realised he was quite a lot closer and heading straight for us.
I came up with a plan and signaled my buddy to aim slightly further left than the position we knew the guy to be in.
A few seconds later a head popped out from behind a very close tree, trying to make our exact position. I immediately opened fire to the right of him, sweeping across to the left, forcing him to break cover and run to our left. Directly into the line of fire of our sniper. One down.
All of a sudden there was gunfire from the approximate position of the guy we had just shot and the sniper was hit. I was left alone in the forest, already flanked by two of the enemy.
I dug down a little further, popping up just enough to see the guy to my right still out of range, but the one on my left advancing into cover. From cover he peppered my position with BB’s but the ridge stopped them about a foot in front of my face. I lay perfectly still and silent and the firing stopped. The crunching of dry brush told me that he was moving further left to get a better shot. Looking that way myself I could see that he would have to come over the ridge and into view to be able to take that shot. So I waited for him.
Sure enough there he was coming over the ridge and I opened fire, forcing him to take cover behind a small bush which would block his view of me, yet still allow me to hold him there while I located the guy to my right.
Unexpectedly he stood straight up and fired in my direction. I fired back, moving as quickly as I could to avoid his fire, successfully repositioning myself. I had him in my sights and one more burst would take him out.
I fired. Nothing. No BB’s flew out of the barrel. No sound from the gun’s electric motor. The battery was dead.

The modification made to the M4 enabled me to fit a larger battery into the stock. I would have to open it, unplug the small battery, take the large one from the pouch on my belt, push it in, reconnect it and push all the cables into the stock to close it. There was no way I could avoid fire for that long. So I jumped up and prepared to run as fast as I could. As I jumped up the sling broke, making me almost drop the assault rifle. I would have to carry it.
So I ran. Down the hill, over the bridge, up the other hill and into the forest, never moving in a straight line, successfully avoiding enemy fire. I hid in the trees, changed the battery and reloaded the almost empty magazine, then fixed the strap as best I could. By the time I went back they were already gone.

So, no kills on our side in this engagement but more adrenaline than any battle in EvE. Except maybe my first ever PvP encounter.

I would recommend anybody to try Airsoft at least once. The site I play at is a walk-on site so we have up to maybe 150 people playing. Ages range from 12 to maybe 60, male and female, noobs to ex-military types. Everybody gets on great, the staff are fantastic and membership allows you to buy your own Real Imitation Firearms for use on similar sites. In the UK you have to be a member to buy them as they are based on real weapons. Either that or for a small surcharge they will paint them bright green for you. Read up about UKARA for more information on these rules. United States residents are not subject to them.

Conclusion or TL:DR to these long winded posts.

PvP is expensive. Mission Runnning Sucks. Airsoft is more fun and healthier.

I am Infernal Travesty. I was never here.

I fitted it and set a course for a nice quiet high sec system to eat some rocks for a while and see if it was really worth my time.

With its single Erin Mining Laser Upgrade (which I bought about 8 months ago and never used), and one T2 Expanded Cargo it pulls in about 1 million ISK of ore every 10 minutes before I have to dock up. Reprocessed, its still about the same.

I see why people complain that mining in high sec is not exactly profitable.

On an hourly rate, mining Veldspar alone, my Hulk pulls in 6 million ISK, give or take. Running missions I can pull in 20 million an hour, sometimes a little more, sometimes less, depending on the mission. Even offsetting the cost of ammo doesn’t decrease it that much.

There are benefits to mining though. Target ‘roids, activate lasers, go and make a coffee or watch some TV or browse the web, check back every now and again.

Now I know some would swear that you can do the same thing for missions in a Domi, but I can’t. What with switching out drones, making sure they don’t shoot triggers, managing them as they get hit and getting aggro from specific groups of rats, missioning in a Domi seems more complex to me than choosing a target, releasing the drones and watching a movie. On top of that, the Domi in itself is really slow to complete the missions, so having my Raven there to tear through the larger ships makes things go that much quicker.

If there’s anything I dislike more than missions, its mining. I always say that missions are repetitive and tedious. But mining takes the biscuit. I really can’t see how people can sit and do this all day every day. This isn’t a game, its a chore. I want to earn my ISK and go back to blowing people up.

So it seems that my shiny new Hulk will remain docked until such time as I have declined too many missions and can’t get more. Four hours of mining here and there won’t completely destroy my sanity I suppose.