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It’s winter time, dark and cold nights are upon us and it is the time of year people look to spend with their families and friends. To bask in the warmth of the love those closest to you, give presents and eat way more food then is good for a person. New Eden Renegades decided to celibrate this time of year as well, by blowing **** the **** up. Over the course fo two days me and Lex hauled in over 2.5 bil worth of prizes and fitted 800 t1 frigates with meta 0 mods. Over the course of the next five hours all the prizes would be given away and all the t1 frigs would meet their end. This is the story of how on a fateful Friday evening 25 people with 800 frigates, created the biggest red blot on the EVE map.

At eight o’clock sharp the fateful fleet was formed, everyone was handed frigates and 25 honorable warriors lined up for an evening of shooting each other and anyone who tried to stop our fun. The first event was simple and meant to get everyone into a mood to kill, Free For All. We all clustered into a safe en set at it. The countdown was given and as the organizer of the event I was immediately webbed, scrammed and murdered before I even got to cycle my t1 repper. With me down the rest of the fighting started in earnest and frigates started dying left, right and centre, until only three remained: Cjunkies, Carez Vali and Rixx Javix (who for the life of me I can’t figure out how he survived that long.) Carez and RIxx are locked in honorable combat while Cj fags around at range waiting to pounce. Rixx dies first at which point Cj faggots in to kill of the surviving Carez, leaving only Cj standing as the victor. We all quickly dock up and the prizes are awarded: Rixx got 1000 warp core stabilizers, Carez a dramiel and Cj 300 civilian afterburners.

With all our combatants now hungry for blood we set up for the next event: Battleship Ball. The game is simple, I will be flying a battleship setup to kill frigates, with no neuts or active tank. With no way to repair myself or hinder the other combatans in any way besides just staright up murdering them I am bound to die. Whoever gets top damage and the final blow on my killmail wil win a prize. There is however one catch, while I try killing all the frigs and they try to kill me, there is no reason the frigs might not want to cull the competition as well. Reschipping was allowed and encouraged fir this events. Die and just get a new meta 0 fit frig and come back for more, all until the battleship dies. To further make it interesting no one was allowed outside of a 20k range of the battleship, so there was no escaping the carnage. My battleship of choice: a bufferfit Dominix armed to the teeth with lasers, light drones and more importantly Gecko’s. 200k of effective hitpoints and 619 applied dps to a webbed frig, **** just got real. Allowed to reship everyone went at it and frigates starting killing each other as well as the battleship, while anything that caught the ire of the dominix lasted less than two seconds. It takes the Dominix a full seven minutes to finally fall and the wonderous Great Larin gets both top damage as well as the killing blow. Twenty seven frigates gave their glorious lives for the battleship to fall and Great Larin earned himself a cynabal as the prize.

All the dead quickly reship and even more frigates are handed out. Onto the next event! This was a simple thing called The Hunt. A frigate crew hunt a single Coercer across the system, catch and kill him for prizes. With only a few seconds head start the Coercer sharged off to a random planet with the frigates in hot pursuit. A short hunt and a few frigate deaths later, the Coercer was caught and killed. We reshipped and went again. This time with two Coercers as Cjunkies joined me on our merry escape, this time we lasted longer and more frigates died but again we were eventually caught and killed. More prizes were awarded and we reshipped for the next event.

Now it was time to prove our superiority and turn brother on brother as we split up in two teams for a t1 frig team fight that would ring out through local. The setup was NER vs Alliance and randoms that showed up. I would be leading our glorious 10 man frig armada, while Mixu lead the dirty 15 man random flotilla. We both warped our respective fleet to the sun at a random angle and the countdown in local began. Both fleets postured a bit at around 20k from each other, before the enemy fleet seemed to split up a bit. In what we presumed to be confusion on our opposing fleets comms, we charged in with all our might. Primaries were called on both sides as frigate was traded for frigate and our outnumbered fleet became ever more besieged. In the end we were wiped out, our ten man armada, not enough to stand against the 15 man flotilla. In the end we killed 11 enemy frigs for 10 losses, our entire fleet. Still we killed more than we lost, moral victory was proclaimed ours and Mixu was awarded a Territorial Claim Unit so he could go take Sov somewhere as the superior fleet master.

YOU ARE READING A POST BY THE PERSON WITH THE SECOND MOST KILLS FROM A POD SO FAR THIS MONTH

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