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Old Dog still learning New Tricks

nospam@example.com (Ziku) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 09:15:00 +0200

Pator Tech. wasn't my first choice but then again, who ever gets their first choice in life? The day out from academy I used the last bit of isk I had (stolen) to buy a Reaper and a few fitting options. I set my NeoCom to monitor the "Recruitment" channel, where I would prove myself as the fiercest pirate in the galaxy and procure my fortunes and infamy.
I did meet up with a startup pirate corp, and went so far, far away to a system called "Jan" The galaxy was a lot bigger than I had imagined. Here I found out two things. One: T2 fittings and ships beat T1. And Two: I had no way to pay for or fly such things.
So my course was this- I make a fortune and pay for these things, and train constantly as hard as I could until I was the best! I invested in Learning Skills so I could train harder and faster than I supposed any other pilot could, and researched fitting schemes and money making ventures....
... I woke up. A year and a half later, there were foreign objects in the POD fluid, and Iâ€™m still aching from detox. I don't know where I am, no familiar stars are in view. I had been piloting the same ship class I had fantasized about, only it's scatted remains were in orbit with me around an unfamiliar moon. I rebooted my Navigation system and found that I was 44 jumps outside of any CONCORD presence. What I had been doing out here was still baffling me. I checked my comm systems, most of the data there was either encrypted or corrupted. A few sparse messages informed me that I had joined up with an alliance and then had been removed. My assets had been removed from my hangar and I was wanted. Infamy it seemed was not something I enjoyed. I'm not sure how I had escaped the same wrath the debris of my once proud ship had endured. That thought alone got my heart racing. Panic sobered me the rest of the way up and I stressed my ship systems in getting "home". I few close calls but thankfully my brain still knew how to fly this thing better than I ever remembered. I had dozens of "Books" downloaded that I cannot remember fully to this day, but I always seem to come up with the answer.
Lost and confused, I was accepted into a corporation to help with their industry concern. Oddly, I had also been trained in that too, although it bores me to no end.
Another year has passed. I have enjoyed the company of numerous pilots and been hired into a few corporations since. I finally have been accepted back into society and even get jobs from an agent or two from Brutor Tribe. I'm back in my homeland and it feels great...
...Until Yesterday.
The local channel fires up. A Pilot was upset that no one would "take his can" Producing such a challenge was not too smart, someone might take him up on it. I jump into my trusty Rifter. I open his can. Flagged for combat, his friends uncloak and I barely get my pod back into station. He laughs and informs me that if he had lost to a Rifter he would have quit flying.
Anger! Just like in those first long months. I have not felt this way in years. Only today, I have a generous account, the skill to fly ships of any race, and well, and the support of numerous other pilots.
I place a "Buy Order" on the markets for a Thorax. They have a deadly potential, and I have been researching other ships for more capabilities...

I will have my fleet, I will have my revenge.
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That Same Old Story: My First Ransom

nospam@example.com (Wiseones) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 20:35:00 +0100

So I've been trying my hand at piracy for a while, even joining a pirate corp fairly soon into my trial account, wherein I didn't make much money, but I did manage to get a few kills. When that trial account ran out and I was still broke, I moved on to another trial account, in which I made no money, joined no corp, but blew up a few mining barges. All in good fun, but hardly a good way to make ISK.

Fortunately for me, I'm not broke anymore, and I began work once more on the original trial. I flew around for a while, gathering supplies, buying and selling, looking around for a good place to begin the work of the yarr.

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Reaching Out

nospam@example.com (Sicks_Strings) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 00:59:59 +0200

Hello readers of Eve-Pirate. We have to sit down and have a little meeting.

As you can see, we have a new poll. It's about what you guys want to see from us. We're looking for your input, because we're thinking on taking on new projects and really working to expand E-P. Right now it's a little slow, and we're working on that. We need your help though.

Here's what you guys, as the readers (and posters) can do to help E-P grow:

The easiest thing you can do to help us is spread the word. Put a link to us in your bio, or EON forums siggy. Tell your friends and corpmates. Write a blog about an adventure you and your friends had and tell them to read and post comments about it. Stories and readers help us a lot.

We could also use money donations. That helps pay for a lot of things. We need this to run ads, and pay for hosting and such. We appreciate anything you can offer, whether it's a few dollars, or a few ISK.

Anything you can do to help makes us really happy. If everyone did just a little, we could grow a lot.

So, now that you know what we want from you, we want to know what you want from US.

What do you want from Eve-Pirate?

Vote in the poll to let us know, and comments here would be appreciated.

Do you want new stuff like podcasts or radio? Do you want us to branch out into different aspects of Eve? Do you want more stories? Do you think it's fine, or just needs a few more active members? Do you want more events and competitions?

Let us know what you want changed and added here. =)