Friday, January 14, 2011
Game Face - Eve Blog Banter #24
I look to my right, at the four books immediately to hand. They are Design Patterns by the Gang of Four, UML 2.0, Herodotus' Histories and the Journal of Late Antiquity.
Further down the shelf, it's a jumble of archaeology, psychology, econ, and assortment of IT books and journals. There is fiction of both the literary and science fiction/fantasy genres. Rushdie's Midnight's Children rubs shoulders with Zelazney's The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth. Jonathan Franzen's Freedom leans against one of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files novels.
Real life, for me, is a bit of an eclectic circus. My virtual life in New Eden is much the same.
That's, to some extent, the pleasure of the Eve sandbox. The game doesn't begin at point x and end at point y. I am allowed to wander, to make my own path. As a result, there's always something new to try. I have lived in all seven types of Eve Space (yes, there are at least seven. More on that another time) and tried my hand at most of the various Eve professions.
As a more (ahem) mature player, I bring that maturity into the game with me. I take a somewhat type B approach to New Eden. That doesn't mean I'm passive, it means when a fight occurs I prefer it occur on my terms. When a fight on unfavorable terms is pressed on me, I remain patient, often leveraging the enemy's impatience to temporize my way out of a tight corner. I try not to hold grudges - life, as they say, is too short. However, when I must, I try to be thorough about it. I have a very short revenge list, but I keep it up to date and close tabs on those players who are on it.
On the other hand, I play the game for fun. That means that I will never, ever be a galactic overlord. Galactic overlording is hard work, and the work involved is too much like my day job. After a day of being a responsible citizen, people manager and keeper of the world's digital plumbing, I've no interest in coming home to administer a vast interstellar empire. A bit of PvP or mucking about with the lads in local is often just the thing to knit up the unravelled sleeve of cares at the end of a long day.
After all, I'm here to play.
Other Eve blog sites bantering on this topic:
A Mule In Eve
Inner Sanctum of the Ninveah
where the frack is my ship?
Drifting Through the Stars
Victoria Aut Mors
The Durzo Chronicles
Confessions of a Closet Carebear
The Phoenix Diaries
The Hydrostatic Capsule
Posted by Mord Fiddle at 4:40 AM