New To New Eden

I can still remember the lectures they gave at Pator Tech as my cohort of capsuleers prepared for our new lives. They were full of the bullshit you expect in government-sanctioned propaganda (You're the hope of the Republic. Remember your Tribe and always act in their Honor. Let us down and we'll come blow your fucking pod to pieces!). I remember the lessons we had on using our new clones too; make sure we sync up regularly; make sure we don't fly in a ship OR a clone we can't afford to lose; always remember to change our primary medical clone to the station we're going to call home. What they never told me, though, was that waking up a vat of biogel is one of the worst things you'll ever experience. It's not just being surrounded by a vat of body-temperature gel. It's the jarring of not being where your mind last remembers. It's the tug of the cables plugged into the ports along your spine, the eerie glow of the light coming through the goo and ...

It was the middle of April, 2018, and my house was dead quiet. This was one of those moments where, absent my husband and kids, with the dog asleep in the corner, I could enjoy the peace and spend some time seeking my own fun. I made some coffee, sat down at my computer, and prepped for an upcoming D&D session. I finished. The house was still quiet. Now what? While surfing through some websites, I can't across an ad for Eve Online. Bored as I was and not currently playing an MMO, I decided to download the flgame and give it another try. After all, it had been something later in thirteen years since I last played it, and now there exists a complete free play option instead of just a three day trial. I'm a little over a month in at this point, and I have to give props to CCP and the Eve Community; the experience of starting Eve now is vastly better than in the game's nascent years. So let's take a look at the new experience. This is how I took one fo...