Author: doycet

“Alright, Fel, if you feel like you understand the risks, and you’re still interested, I’m glad to have you.” I

While I’ve been playing just as much as ever, and writing about the new stuff coming in the expansion, I

“You bought a shirt?” CB’s voice on comms is muddled, as if he can’t decide between a mocking tone and

Ty’s currently at 2 months and 2 days with the small corp he and CB formed solely to take into

I drop onto the couch and stare at the massive screen mounted on the wall of my quarters. Too much

“Any pilots available to help us knock down a couple infrastructure hubs? We’ve got a few ready to fall, and

“So I accidentally ended up in charge of a fleet last night, and –” “Stop,” CB holds up a hand.

Before I forget, I found an old map of the Caldari-Gallente warzone, and modified it to show all the locations

After a week spent visiting Bre and Berke in the wormhole, I’m a little glad to stow Zecora back in

“How would you like the Merlin fit, Pilot?” I shrug to myself. I hardly ever fly Caldari ships, unless the

Ty sat in his quarters, scratching notes on a digital pad. If the crappy little Griffin wants to tackle you,

It’s the day after the CB and I lost a couple ships and, perhaps predictably, I’m back in an Incursus,

[Last week, I was on a trip out of town, and on my flight back, I managed to leave my