I really shouldn't be doing this, considering I'm not even in game now and probably own't be for a while, but eh. Oh, not Dust 514 related dispite the title. Anyway, something I jokingly put together, and then decided if I could actually make it work in EvE, so consider this the test case. There will be about six of these logs, and yes, there is a joke in them.
Fake Edit: When I was looking up my account info for this, I realized that I started playing EvE over six and a half years ago. And I've only not played for about a year over that all told. Kinda amazing.
Second fake edit: I'm writing this on the fly, later this week I'll go back and edit it when I have the time. In the meantime, sorry for the typos.
Entry 1:
My lantern is currently recharging from last night, but there is still enough light to come through the tent walls and let me write this. A'kua and Chantal would laugh if they saw me now, using actual paper and an actual quill, like some historical Galente drama. I am fairly sure that the quill is a replica and has never seen a fowl except in passing, however, it felt like the best I could do at the time. Its not like there are any birds I could get one from here.
I had to leave again, I begin to think it is in my nature, to leave when I come to face with something I do not wish to see. It was the ground this time, I could not stand to live on the ground, to only see the plain deserts of this planet, this rock. The others have fit in, A'kua most of all. She even has a bar started for the local workers. The night before last she made me talk about this. She can always see through me. She made me admit that I miss space, miss the freedom. I think she knows that is not all I miss about the pod, but if she does, she seems to know that I am not ready to tell her that. But she did suggest that I get away from it all, "just you and your thoughts," she said. Then yesterday morning, she helped me pack, flew me out to a local desert with nothing around for miles, and help me set up, before spending the first night with me, though I admit we did not sleep much. And then this morning, not very early, she left.
So here I am, in a tent in the middle of this lifeless desert, with supplies, an enviromental suit, and an emergency comm unit to call for A'kua to come out and pick me up when I am done "finding myself." But maybe admit to myself is the best way to put this, since here, I can say this.
I miss being a goddess, being immortal, bringing wealth and fortune at a whim to those I wish to help. And I miss the terror, the destruction, the bloodshed. The power at my command as I warp in to destroy these mortals who I willingly sacarifice on the altar of my fortune.
I have tried sin and sacarifice, but I can not change or escape what I am. I am a capsuler, a goddess, a creature tearing free of old morality and old views. A being who brings death.
And I like it...