Last night, on my fifth anniversary as a capsuleer, I suffered a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that I was a mercenary in Dust 514. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my comrades and I were pinned down and under heavy fire from Goonswarm mercenaries.
We were out numbered and out gunned. The situation was desperate. Ammunition was running low. My armor began to fail as more Goonswarm assault troops landed.
Then, with hope dying all around me in a withering cross-fire, a Goonswarm orbital bombardment fleet arrived. They opened up on us with everything they had.
That’s when the slaughter really began.
I’d like to say we died with our boots on, but when you are vaporized from orbit, the boots disintegrate first, along with the rest of your armor, as your flesh is seared in the heat equivalent of a thousand stars. Before oblivion takes you, you learn how to really scream. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The nightmare didn’t end there. In the way that dreams are, I did not immediately go to a clone vat. My essence remained on the battlefield and I saw the future result of our failure.
Goonswarm took control of most Faction War planets. They gave them to allies and renter corporations as rewards for Goon sanctioned behavior. They milked the planets under their dominion for all the ISK they could wring from them, and came to dominate the PI markets of New Eden. The images of those Goonswarm dominated worlds…
…they haunt me still…
…filling my waking hours with dread…
…wrenching from my soul the last shreds of hope I had left.
For to my utter dismay, all those planets became…
Only then did I wake, drenched in sweat; unsure if it really was a dream – fearing it was a premonition.
He’s been around the block a time or five. With over 15 years of MMO playing under his belt and a memory that reaches back to pencils and dice, he offers his insights into the not so virtual reality we call Eve Online.