Log 047

Log 047

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.08.11

Snipers. Snipers everywhere, or at least that's what it seems to be like lately. Sniper battles are the most exciting things to watch, and the pay isn't half as good as loading up for anti-armor duties, but there's a certain pleasure in seeing my own K/D ratio rise above the poor newbies, so full of bluster and bravado as they imagine themselves to be some kind of sniping ace. Admittedly, I'm not sure if it's because of all the time I've put in to using them, or if splurging on some nicer ones has given me a leg up, but either way I'm not gonna bitch about doing better than others, particularly when some of them came close to edging out my own scores. Besides, perhaps seeing a chick whip their asses in the aftermath will motivate some of their sorry asses to actually, y'know, do better. It probably won't, honestly, but a gal can always dream.

Speaking of dreams, the flying space bastards seem to be hatching some bigger schemes than usual lately. A mixture of reports and gossip on the electronic vine seem to indicate that they're branching outside of what the four empires are happy with them doing. Not that they give a rat's ass outside of their own territory, but these anomalies called "Ghost Sites" are popping up everywhere, both high sec and null, and while they keep blaring out propaganda saying that they're forbidden to deal with them, five minutes going over the daily schedule of most capsuleers will tell you exactly how many of them will heed such an proclamation.

Now, I only continue to reside in space because by now I could bankrupt a city with how much goddamned ISK I've got, so I'm probably not the best person to go to when it comes to intergalactic politics or drama. I know exactly enough about the system that governs the whole clusterfuck to know that I don't really like it, but changing it would require..well, it'd require capsuleers to quit being a bunch of flying space bastards on occasion, so it doesn't really matter exactly what else such a shift would need. New Eden is a big place. Like, really big. As in, I seriously doubt most of us realize the enormity of the whole cluster, and given the perpetual warring, battles, espionage, etc., that we bring upon ourselves, it's difficult to imagine any major change taking place at all.

Bleh, perhaps I'm just rambling. It's hard to describe New Eden without remembering that for every capsuleer I generalize, every merc I shoot, and every planet I fight on, there's countless more out there; Each one struggling just as hard as I do -if not more- to eke out an existance amongst each other. To stereotype the entirety of any one group is a process that doesn't just cast an assumption on a group of people, it leads to cliches surrounding entire planets, galaxies, and just seems like a bit of a stupid idea in the overall scheme of things. People might have similar ideals at some points, but the sheer, shifting nature of not only ourselves but the world around us only ensures that taking such a crude approach to life is a surefire way to see your fortune plummet, robbed and tricked by people with a more easily adapting perspective in a cluster where you -need- to adapt to survive.

I guess the long and short of what I'm trying to say is that the empires don't seem to understand the world that they themselves created, and if they keep this bullshit up they're likely to wind up being swept away by the very force they all helped to create.

Also, I should probably quit stereotyping capsuleers. I'm sure there's good ones out there. Somewhere.

-End Log.