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Kirasten
Perkone
Caldari State
#21 - 2014-10-26 18:04:00 UTC
Hurry up clock. I can't wait to read about day 6.
Teleil Zoomers
Royal Sphynx Ltd
#22 - 2014-10-26 20:38:08 UTC
making popcorn
Glyndi
Doom Generation
Best Intentions.
#23 - 2014-10-26 21:50:26 UTC
If this thread closes I demand a blog to continue the story.
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#24 - 2014-10-26 22:26:42 UTC  |  Edited by: Trinkets friend
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 6

They say if life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

My bucket of lemons are no longer fresh. They have been slowly dehydrating in the refrigerator which is the cold steel coffin of my Armageddon. It feels like the crisper drawer in King Tut's fridge. My lips grow chapped, my stock of Large Crates of Spirits is running dry, my Fedo is defecatng on the Tourists. Soon I shall have to resort to eating Long Limbed Roes.

I got my bucket of lemons by rolling my wormhole. I had recently lost the predecessor to SS Will Pay For Exit, thanks to some Low Class thugs and spotty intel. I had purchased my current Geddon of a man in Dodixie. He had chest hair with a thick gold chain dangling in it, gold teeth, and smelled of Quafe. He promised me it had never been in a crash, low mileage. I suspect I was lied to about its mass, he said one number, but it mustn't have been true, because I got trapped out.

i had prepared myself for this eventuality. In my hold I have probes, a depot, scanning modules. A partial refit, including a couple of stabs and a nano. I was prepared like a Boy Scout. Except, of course, the probe launcher. A bit vital. Instead of that, a bucket of lemons.

Nevertheless, I do my daily drive by of the foe's POS architecture in my pod. I leave my Geddon to stretch my legs, at the sun. perhaps someone will nick it, but I do not care. I note that the foe have put fuel into the last small tower, for it has Teh Bubblez. It is online. this is supposed to deter me? My dear booys, you should have at least used one of the spare hardeners from your large tower to fill that EM hole.

I put on my comfy slippers, launch my Curator II's and spend 3.5 hours shooting it while watching re-runs of everybody's favorite sitcom, Roseanne.

I get interrupted at 48% shield, when one of the local signs in and drops a Chimeera on the POS. He reps the POS and deploys fighters. I immediately drop my bowl of Long Limbed Roes and scuttle off to my safespot and sign out.

Is that what we have come to? i think. I wonder if anyone would have their interest piqued, to know I had the magic to summon the Chimera?

i sign in later, and discover he is lazy. The POS is at 63% shield, so i start again. I am on Season 2 of Roseanne when the POS enters reinforcement. It will come out at 2 a.m. Kamchatka time. On a school night.

We shall see, Yuri, whose time zone reigns supreme.

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
Winthorp
#25 - 2014-10-26 22:35:24 UTC
Genius.

The gall of these Russians to thwart you at every turn. The poor little Geddon that could.
calaretu
Honestly We didnt know
#26 - 2014-10-26 22:40:29 UTC
Glyndi wrote:
If this thread closes I demand a blog to continue the story.


Watch his sig. Watch it very closely. Then go away from computer and think a bit. Return and then you can go "aha"

~Bringer of happiness

http://collapsedbehind.blogspot.no/
Aladar Dangerface
Federal Navy Academy
Gallente Federation
#27 - 2014-10-26 22:52:35 UTC
Your story telling makes me not want to kill your geddon if i come across it............................or does it??

I don't need twitter. I'm already following you.
Calmatt
Science and Trade Institute
Caldari State
#28 - 2014-10-27 07:44:31 UTC
Trinkets friend wrote:
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 6

They say if life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

My bucket of lemons are no longer fresh. They have been slowly dehydrating in the refrigerator which is the cold steel coffin of my Armageddon. It feels like the crisper drawer in King Tut's fridge. My lips grow chapped, my stock of Large Crates of Spirits is running dry, my Fedo is defecatng on the Tourists. Soon I shall have to resort to eating Long Limbed Roes.

I got my bucket of lemons by rolling my wormhole. I had recently lost the predecessor to SS Will Pay For Exit, thanks to some Low Class thugs and spotty intel. I had purchased my current Geddon of a man in Dodixie. He had chest hair with a thick gold chain dangling in it, gold teeth, and smelled of Quafe. He promised me it had never been in a crash, low mileage. I suspect I was lied to about its mass, he said one number, but it mustn't have been true, because I got trapped out.

i had prepared myself for this eventuality. In my hold I have probes, a depot, scanning modules. A partial refit, including a couple of stabs and a nano. I was prepared like a Boy Scout. Except, of course, the probe launcher. A bit vital. Instead of that, a bucket of lemons.

Nevertheless, I do my daily drive by of the foe's POS architecture in my pod. I leave my Geddon to stretch my legs, at the sun. perhaps someone will nick it, but I do not care. I note that the foe have put fuel into the last small tower, for it has Teh Bubblez. It is online. this is supposed to deter me? My dear booys, you should have at least used one of the spare hardeners from your large tower to fill that EM hole.

I put on my comfy slippers, launch my Curator II's and spend 3.5 hours shooting it while watching re-runs of everybody's favorite sitcom, Roseanne.

I get interrupted at 48% shield, when one of the local signs in and drops a Chimeera on the POS. He reps the POS and deploys fighters. I immediately drop my bowl of Long Limbed Roes and scuttle off to my safespot and sign out.

Is that what we have come to? i think. I wonder if anyone would have their interest piqued, to know I had the magic to summon the Chimera?

i sign in later, and discover he is lazy. The POS is at 63% shield, so i start again. I am on Season 2 of Roseanne when the POS enters reinforcement. It will come out at 2 a.m. Kamchatka time. On a school night.

We shall see, Yuri, whose time zone reigns supreme.


This is brilliant. If I find your wormhole, I won't give you an exit. But I will bring resupplies to make this more interesting. Maybe a depot with refits? More curator II's? Gardes?
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#29 - 2014-10-27 14:33:34 UTC
I will take 5 x Mega Pulse I's (and, er, let's say, a large energy turret skillbook), some cap recharger II's, DDA's, maybe a large MJD. You know, stuff for more DPS, so i can have a crack at these large towers, and maybe the POCOs

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#30 - 2014-10-28 08:17:46 UTC  |  Edited by: Trinkets friend
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 7

Has it really been a week already/ I suppose it has. The hours pass by slowly in here, surrounded by space dust, sleeper drones and tempting anchored towers.

I feel familiar with this place now. The smell of the POCO's, full of musty bear fur and spilled coolant. The faint hum of the reprocessing array at the online POS at planet 4, it soothes me off to sleep. The ticking of the clock is a bit maddening though. 40 hours, which is a Biblical amount of time, has passed since I reinforced the tower.

There are 3 signatures in system. Two, at least, I can be sure of. The X877, full of treachery and mouthbreathing suckerfish animals, otherwise known as carebears, slurping the mud and slithering about doing their daily business. The C247, also full of similarly but more sociable subspecies of slimy gilled troglofauna. The third signature? Maybe a gas site, full of tasty farts for cowardly little cockroaches in Ventures to huff. Maybe a data site, full of stuff no one can be bothered running. Maybe a relic site.

I do not know, but I have to carry on. i am sure that if anyone is still connected in here, they too will know the timer before me.

Hashtag YOLO.

So I go in, and pop my Curators. Within 5 minutes the suspicious pops of two ships exiting warp drag me from my reverie. I am of course scrammed; a Hurricane Fleet issue and Hurricane. RED University. Hmm.

I plead for assistance, and when it is not forthcoming, I do what anyone in a Geddon does - lay about with EC-600's, neuts, smartbombs. I call imprecations on these scurrilous cads before me and align out. A Nemesis joins the fray, tossing a bomb at me, which I suspect is some ECM bomb, as my lock drops.

I lock them up again, and neut one of them flat, and the ECM drones work for the first time in my life. I cycle all five neuts onto the last Hurricane and he caps out. I fly free.

Fifteen minutes later, I log out, down a flight of EC-600's and 94% of my armour.

We shall see what happens tomorrow.

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
Winthorp
#31 - 2014-10-28 09:46:22 UTC
Trinkets friend wrote:
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 7

Has it really been a week already/ I suppose it has. The hours pass by slowly in here, surrounded by space dust, sleeper drones and tempting anchored towers.

I feel familiar with this place now. The smell of the POCO's, full of musty bear fur and spilled coolant. The faint hum of the reprocessing array at the online POS at planet 4, it soothes me off to sleep. The ticking of the clock is a bit maddening though. 40 hours, which is a Biblical amount of time, has passed since I reinforced the tower.

There are 3 signatures in system. Two, at least, I can be sure of. The X877, full of treachery and mouthbreathing suckerfish animals, otherwise known as carebears, slurping the mud and slithering about doing their daily business. The C247, also full of similarly but more sociable subspecies of slimy gilled troglofauna. The third signature? Maybe a gas site, full of tasty farts for cowardly little cockroaches in Ventures to huff. Maybe a data site, full of stuff no one can be bothered running. Maybe a relic site.

I do not know, but I have to carry on. i am sure that if anyone is still connected in here, they too will know the timer before me.

Hashtag YOLO.

So I go in, and pop my Curators. Within 5 minutes the suspicious pops of two ships exiting warp drag me from my reverie. I am of course scrammed; a Hurricane Fleet issue and Hurricane. RED University. Hmm.

I plead for assistance, and when it is not forthcoming, I do what anyone in a Geddon does - lay about with EC-600's, neuts, smartbombs. I call imprecations on these scurrilous cads before me and align out. A Nemesis joins the fray, tossing a bomb at me, which I suspect is some ECM bomb, as my lock drops.

I lock them up again, and neut one of them flat, and the ECM drones work for the first time in my life. I cycle all five neuts onto the last Hurricane and he caps out. I fly free.

Fifteen minutes later, I log out, down a flight of EC-600's and 94% of my armour.

We shall see what happens tomorrow.


The hope of the many was almost lost in this near gank. You can do this Trinket, although perhaps in hindsight you are probably hoping you didn't escape and the madness would be over.
Jez Amatin
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#32 - 2014-10-28 10:05:38 UTC
The story that just keeps giving. Are Red university the cavalry that has been called to slay the geddon? Or did they just happen to be in the hood'... cue dramatic music \o/

all to be revealed soon TM.
Lor Tann
Veldspar Mafia
#33 - 2014-10-28 19:33:00 UTC
Rage rolling C4s to get to you m8!
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#34 - 2014-10-28 23:27:46 UTC
On reflection, which is a codeword for "5 beers and watching a movie", the whole fact they left one small POS and onlined it is clear evidence this was planned. Secondly, i know that there are 17 toons in corp, but one meatbod controls 3 toons, and he is the only one online. He was not online with any of his alts when I signed in, but other countrymen of his were.

I signed in later, and they nearly had me with a logon trap. It seems they did get a good probe on me when i logoffski'd. Again, a bit of work with the neuts and ECM drones got me out, and I logged off again. The apparent random interlopers were not random.

It seems my victims cannot defend themselves.

I ponder my response.

And as far as "oh god let it end"? Well, I am having as much fun with mindgames as I can, and seeing how much you can do with one ship and limited resources, in the most harsh environment in EVE. It's not a play style for someone who needs to grind ISK for a PLEX, nor is it something for someone with only one account, but we wormholers are a patient lot.

Besides, I've grown attached to SS Will Pay For Exit.

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#35 - 2014-10-31 01:04:41 UTC  |  Edited by: Trinkets friend
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 9

My supply of double choc chip icecream has run out. I sit here in my geddon, full of holes in its armour, lacking drones, surrounded by enemies and millions of EHP of towers which I cannot destroy, knowing that eventually I will be found. It is hard to keep positive and keep going. But I must...

Wait. What was that noise?

It's the batphone. i pick it up.

Me: Hello?
Mysterious caller: Dude, we are havving a BBQ this weekend. We need prober alts, AFK oracles, bubblers, ceptors, you name it.
Me: But I'm stuck in a C4 doing SRS Forums Biz
Mysterious calller: Yeah, well, how's that working out for you?
Me: .....
Mysterious caller: Yeah. Thought so.
Me: OK, I'll be there in 5.

I stand up, kick the pink socks off my feet and jimmy the door to the solvent cabinet open. A lone jerry can of fuel remains. I liberally spread it about the floor of the command console (aka spank couch), dousing my Taylor Swift DVDs and Girls Gone Wild season 2 on Blu-Ray, all over the copies of Sun Tzu's Art of War, and Machiavelli['s The Prince. I pause briefly before dousing Obama's biography, then gleefully continue.

As I light a match, I think we can all know how this occurred and the sorry set of decisions which led me to this isolated patch of space. Blame Obama.

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
Winthorp
#36 - 2014-10-31 02:59:21 UTC
We all knew it had to come to an end, i was more hoping it would be another party lighting the flames however.

Truly a great read though. +1
Aladar Dangerface
Federal Navy Academy
Gallente Federation
#37 - 2014-10-31 11:35:44 UTC
Trinkets friend wrote:
Diary of a Trapped Geddon, Day 9

My supply of double choc chip icecream has run out. I sit here in my geddon, full of holes in its armour, lacking drones, surrounded by enemies and millions of EHP of towers which I cannot destroy, knowing that eventually I will be found. It is hard to keep positive and keep going. But I must...

Wait. What was that noise?

It's the batphone. i pick it up.

Me: Hello?
Mysterious caller: Dude, we are havving a BBQ this weekend. We need prober alts, AFK oracles, bubblers, ceptors, you name it.
Me: But I'm stuck in a C4 doing SRS Forums Biz
Mysterious calller: Yeah, well, how's that working out for you?
Me: .....
Mysterious caller: Yeah. Thought so.
Me: OK, I'll be there in 5.

I stand up, kick the pink socks off my feet and jimmy the door to the solvent cabinet open. A lone jerry can of fuel remains. I liberally spread it about the floor of the command console (aka spank couch), dousing my Taylor Swift DVDs and Girls Gone Wild season 2 on Blu-Ray, all over the copies of Sun Tzu's Art of War, and Machiavelli['s The Prince. I pause briefly before dousing Obama's biography, then gleefully continue.

As I light a match, I think we can all know how this occurred and the sorry set of decisions which led me to this isolated patch of space. Blame Obama.

Sad times :(

I was enjoying this but thanks for the fun man

ps. i also blame Obama^^

I don't need twitter. I'm already following you.
Jez Amatin
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#38 - 2014-10-31 20:36:27 UTC
It's a sad day, looks like ill have to spend more time in F&I sub section. Sigh sad panda <3
Trinkets friend
Sudden Buggery
Sending Thots And Players
#39 - 2014-10-31 23:19:58 UTC
I shall provide further forum entertainment soon.

~~ Localectomy Blog ~~
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