“The cheapest one is in Hek, though.” I said.
“Yes,” he replied, “But Hek is a shitty trading hub. Don’t go to Hek. You’re only 10 jumps away from Jita. If you’ve never been before, you want to go. Trust me.”
I altered course in the map and punched the autopilot, and watched as Rising Star rolled to starboard and spooled up her warp drive.
Autopilot again. I was getting lazy. Doesn’t matter if Rising Star gets destroyed. Just buy another.
There was that voice in my head again, the same voice that was tainted by all the ISK I had now. I caught myself buying something that was a million ISK more expensive in one place, just so I didn’t have to make an extra jump to go somewhere. My laziness had pissed away more money than I had made toiling in the Veldspar fields for all those hours. It was sickening.
My Corporation now is Deep Space Logistics [DPSLG]. These are the fine folks I was mining with the other day. Our CEO is Kurt Gaterau; he is a good man.
This is Kurt. He, like many other Capsuleers, apparently has an aversion to light. Lei does not suffer from this, mostly because of the absolutely terrible selection of glasses in the character customization system. No, I don’t want to spend AUR on those damn goggles everyone seems to love.
Anyway, I decide that I am going to divest myself of assets, and leave myself a modest amount from my donations because otherwise, EVE is going to be spoiled for me. I decide to keep some of the ships that were donated to me (more than 50 of them are Gallente Tristan frigates, amusingly) but I give a couple of others away to people who have become friends since my arrival in New Eden. I give Kurt a Dominix, which pains me a little because I really like Drone Boats now, and the Dominix was one of my goals as something to fly in the future.
Earn it yourself. Spend your ISK on PLEX and get some subscription time. Then play EVE the way its supposed to be played. Don’t let the metagame spoil the actual game.
I sigh. I like that voice better. I give Kurt the Dominix (which he refers to as “Space Potato”) and he names it “Windfall”, in honor of how it was initially procured by me. It is a fitting name, and I hope he uses it to crush his enemies, see them driven before him, and hears the lamentation of their women.
Oops, Tranquility just came back online. More later.