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Category: Gaming

I’ve been playing video games since childhood. My first console was an NES, which got me hooked on games like Super Mario Bros and Final Fantasy. Later on I expanded into PC, PlayStation, and Xbox.

Most of the more recent articles in this category are review-esque posts about the games I’ve been playing, though there is some roleplay and other content too. Earlier posts focus almost exclusively on my time playing EVE Online.


A Pod Pal for EVE Down Under

A Pod Pal for EVE Down Under

If you’ve been following me on Twitter you know I’ve had a couple of crocheted surprises for the Tweetfleet recently, particularly the TESTosaurus-Rex and her buddy the CO2 dude. These projects were spontaneous and I had great fun with them, including finding good spots outdoors for the TEST-Rex to pose in.

Now I have another surprise!

I’m super excited to announce that my next Pod Pal commission slot will be up for grabs to one lucky attendee at the 2017 EVE Down Under meetup! It will be given away as a prize during the event, so if you’ve been waiting for a chance to get a Pod Pal and you’ll be there in Sydney, keep an eye out for your chance to win! Don’t have your ticket to EVE Down Under yet? Can’t win the Pod Pal if you aren’t on grid, so click here for info on booking.

Once I receive confirmation of the winning player’s name from EDU, all that person has to do is get in touch with me in-game using that same player name so we can work out the details. One Pod Pal will be made at no cost to the winner. Free shipping is included.

A really big thank you to the fine folks at EVE Down Under for asking me to support their event!


I Want to Crochet a Prorator

I Want to Crochet a Prorator

Last night my corp caught a pilot who has developed a habit of farming the plexes in Intaki. It’s not the first time this guy’s found himself in our crosshairs; probably won’t be the last, if his unchanging behavior is anything to judge by. I was in station when his ship exploded, but afterward the pod failed to warp away from the wreck, so I undocked. Just before I could get into range in the plex, the pilot decided to try logging off as a means of escape. The log off timer meant there was time to probe him out, and a few moments later I had a fresh corpsicle to add to my private collection.

“You’ve been official executioner for a little while now,” Daniel quipped at me in Corp. It’s true; I have a bit of sec status to spare, whereas others in ILF who PVP more regularly (like Daniel, who killed the farmer initially and then probed him out for me) don’t, so if I happen to be around when they’re doing their thing, it’s not as inconvenient for me to shoot pods as it is for them. We still get a second kill report to put on the board, and I get to be a bit useful.

After that, I docked up and waited out my criminal flag by perusing skills I might want to stick into what was, at that moment, an almost empty skill queue. In the end I determined I needed some books that weren’t available at the CAS station in Agoze, so got ready by swapping to my Prorator. While spinning it, I was hit with a powerful urge to crochet one.


On the Go

On the Go

As I start writing this entry I’m sitting on my balcony, rocking gently on my deck swing. It’s mid-morning on a Sunday and it will be a beautiful spring day, even though for the moment I have a blanket wrapped around me because the sun hasn’t quite come around the building far enough to warm up my deck. My neighborhood is quiet; other than a distant lawn mower and few cars going by there’s nothing to listen to except for chickadees, swallows, red wing blackbirds, and some other songbirds I don’t know the names of. It’s a clear day and I can see the Rockies stretching away to the south all the way to the Chain Lakes and then some. They still have quite a lot of snow on them. There’s a May tree growing off to the side just below my balcony that in a few years will be almost tall enough to touch. I like May trees; like lilacs and crab apples, the gentle fragrance of the flowers is one of the best parts of spring in Calgary.

This year I’ve taken to sitting on my balcony quite a lot on weekends when the weather is good (and even when it’s tolerably miserable). Life has been busy…maybe a little too busy…and these moments offer some peace and quiet that I feel I desperately need.


Quietly EVE-ing

Quietly EVE-ing

Life has been busy. Work has been kicking my ass since the start of 2017 which doesn’t leave much time for gaming. Even so, I’ve still managed to quietly continue my existence in New Eden, though my activity has shifted around some.


The Fifth Age: Riven – Day Five

At long last, I return to Riven to finish my playthrough. This is the final post for this particular installment of the Myst series. I’m tickled pink that I was able to get through the entire story of the Fifth Age in five parts! Next I’ll move on to Myst III: Exile.

A rich tapestry of the D’ni number five.

When I left off last time, the prison book had been returned to me by the Black Moiety and I had picked up enough information to allow me to finally solve the puzzle of the golden domes. All I have left to do is confront (and hopefully trap) Gehn, free Catherine, and help save the Rivenese.

Riven, like Myst before it, has multiple endings depending on choices made by the player. Come with me to find out how I finished my journey!

Fair warning: if you’ve never played Riven, there are spoilers ahead!


On the Radar

On the Radar

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery

The crisp, polite knock on her office door was familiar and not unwelcome. “Come in, Bataav,” Sakaane called out in response. The door opened, then closed, and she heard nothing more. She never did, even though she knew he had entered, crossed the room, and was waiting patiently for her to look up from the document she was working on. A silent, comforting shadow.

She scribbled on the paper for a moment longer, paused to examine what she’d written, then shook her head. Sometimes it helped to write, actually apply pen to paper, rather than simply conjuring up words digitally via her neocom, but today it seemed her muse insisted on being elusive regardless. Pushing the document aside, she met Bataav’s gaze with a warm smile. “What do you have for me?”