EVE Fiction

There is this myth, been around for hundreds of years I guess. Not sure if it is true or not but it sort of sounds true if you know what I mean. Someone told me it with Gallente propaganda, but I ain't so sure.

Anyway it seems there was this businessman on Caldari Prime. Big man, very successful. Big company, big home, beautiful wife
and children. You know the whole package. He had it made, but he had this one vice. Nothing bad you know. Not drink or drugs
or even pleasure of the flesh, if you know what I mean. It was stupid silly child's game. Don't even know what it was called.

Anyway it's played on a board like a grid. One player is defender, the other challenger. Each player has 3 things, token if you like. The goal is simple, the challenger must get to the other end of the board. There is only one rule, you can only move down a line to an open place. Thats it. Stupidly simple game. That man loved that game and was always challenged never the challenger. He
even had a special table made. A huge polished marble thing with the board embedded in the middle. Completely over the top
and showy, if you know what I mean.

Anyway every year on his birthday he would accept a challenge from anyone that made it, for any wager. As the years went on
he was never beaten. Slowly he would offer more in the wagers but no one beat him, and slowly less and less challenged him. He declared himself a master of the game, unbeatable.

Then one year a small hand went into the air when he asked for a challenger. A small child no more then five. Damn that man
was filled with rage. That a mere child would dare to challenge him. But he could not deny the challenge, he accepted all,
that was his rule.

"What do you wager, boy?” he shouted at the child standing before him.

"My favourite toy." he said placing, a small toy on the table.

The man was filled with hubris and still smitting from the nerve of the challenger waited a mere moment before countering.

"I will wager my whole wealth, my family and my wife if you beat me." He laughed to himself knowing the boy would cave at the counter unable to offer more."

The boy face broke into a grin.

“I can beat you. I know the rule. I counter with my life, all that I am ”

The man felt the pride once more grow within him. The nothing was ruining his day, but he had nothing to fear.

"I accept." He laughed. “And if you should do it in under ten moves I will shoot myself dead where I sit.”

The man roared with laughter at his boastful statement. And around the room they joined him, mocking the arrogance of this small child to challenge this adult. At to offer such a stakes so high when he lost he would lose his soul. The boastful man continued to chuckle to himself as he moved his first piece on the board.

The child in contrast looked at the board, deep in concentration. The crowd grew silent as he reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small pen. With the concentration that only a child could have, he drew a dark wiggling line on the marble table from the back of his side of the board to the back of the boastful man’s side of the board.

He placed the pen the table and pick up one of his pieces and moved it along the wiggling line from his side to the Man's side.

The room fell silent as the prideful man to out his gun and shot his brains out.

The moral of the story, if you play a game with no rule, someone will always beat you.

You have to promise you won’t tell anyone who told you this, but you have to know. I got it from a dude that once knew this chick that went out with this other chick that once served in a bar where, well you know reliable source.

Trust me.

Did you hear about that station that got rammed you know years ago. Kick off the war no one cared about. Well there was something fishy about it. Really, really odd. I mean that ship ramming a station. What was that all about? Anyway they haven’t told you the real story. So spread the word, but don’t say who told you ok.

You see the truth is that someone else was behind it. Her name was Dabiti. She wasn’t just another plug head. Oh no. She was the ultimate plug head. She could control your mind. She wasn’t even on board that ship. She just controlled the plug head that was flying it.

To her everything is a game you see and we are just blips. You know why she did. For kicks and so she could sell her story to the Holostations. The only problem was that she forgot that we are not plug heads. We are the 99.9999%; they are just the 0.0001%. We can win.

Trust no one. Well except me. I am honest, well sort of.