Across the vast landscape of EVE forums and the lofty heights of the EVE blogosphere, I hear your rage; a rising tide of discontent that breaks like unto a mighty storm upon the rocky shoals of Reykjavik.
CCP has vexed you, vexed you full sore. Your grievances are many and though you cried out to CCP for relief, they gave you none.
Therefore, you sent forth the Council of Stellar Management – mighty champions chosen from among the capsuleers. Across the sea’s broad back, to Reykjavik, you sent them; there to shake the foundations of CCP and let them know the perils of ignoring their subscribers.
Alas, for you! Stellar Managers manage naught. Though they spoke with the voice of many, they had no power to bend CCP to their will. There was much nodding of heads among the CCP lords, and though their software artisans wept copious tears at your plight, all their minds were turned unto Incarna and Dust514.
The Stellar Managers returned from Reykjavik, across the wine-dark seas, their hands as empty as when they parted. And you set your wrath against them now, as well as CCP.
Then you waxed wroth, saying:
Knoweth thou not who is boss, oh lofty CCP?And CCP, in its wisdom, made no answer. For all their vast fortunes are wagered upon Incarna, and all New Eden with it. The die is cast. The bridge is burnt. The Rubicon is crossed and there is no return. ‘Pon such scales, the tithes of a few capsuleers weigh little. Such truths are best left unspoken.
Verily, unto you we pay our monthly tithe. And verily, you take our tithe and squander it upon cook-outs, beer and first person shooters.
Who dost thou think thou art, anyway? My tithe pays for thy services, wherefore you work for me.
Vex me no further then, lest I rage-quit, taking my tithe with me and leaving you, your minions and your families to suffer in squalor and penury.
Rage on, therefore, if you must. Alas for you! It will change little, but it will make you feel better. The voice of the people should be heard, even when it does not persuade. But cast thou not stones against the Council of Stellar Management, for thou wouldst not have done better.
If thou must rage-quit for thine honor’s sake, go then with the gods at thy back. And forget not to transfer unto me all your liquid assets before you go.
Otherwise, abide and endure, happily podding thy neighbors as thou wouldst be podded. For even with its flaws New Eden is a paradise compared to World of Warcraft. Or Star Trek Online.
In sooth, where you gonna go?
Thus endeth the lesson.