EVE General Discussion

There is no sound in eve. Don't listen to the rumours.

I just wanted to tell you that here in Canada we have a term for a door that never has opened and never will open. That term is wall.

Once upon a time, mama Crowd and papa Control met at the Production bar. It was love at first sight and they made lots of babies with Second Genesis being the first. Then in 2011 they gave birth to a healthy expansion called Incarna. Incarna was a sad child for Crowd since Incarna never grew to the expectations of the many and thus prompted a mob to maul Crowd and Control at the Production bar during a night out. The couple got out alive but was injured over 20% of their staff and had to get them removed. Do not worry though child for Crowd and Control still live fullfilling lives and Crowd is expecting Phoebe to come out soon. Let's all hope for the best people.

CCP were doing pretty good... then they drank too much of their own kool-aid and began to believe. 18 months later they came out with Incarna and were promptly dunked in the frigid waters of Reykjavik's harbor by the playerbase.

Suddenly sober... CCP realized how Microsoft felt when it created Windows 2000/ME... and that the Ballmer Peak is tricky to maintain.


And obligatory "EVE has sound?"

Did I ever tell you the story about the man who taught his ******* to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.

This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called “The Better ‘Ole” that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, “Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?”

“Nah I had to go relieve myself.”

After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.

Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the ******* would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the ******* said to him: “It’s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and ****.”

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous ... except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the ******* couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk.


-William Burroughs

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