This is one of the reasons I couldn’t play EVE Online. Some dude was making the Kessel Run or some shit with a ridiculous amount of cargo when his shit got vaporized. Cost him mofuckin’ $6,000 in cargo. I would suffer something very close to a nervous collapse if this shit happened to me.
EVE Online is one daunting ass community that I admire from a far. Motherfuckers be trashing each other’s lives with subterfuge on the regular, and that sort of thing would push me over the ledge. I’m already teetering. It ain’t all backstabbing and plotting though, as the community is tight-knit and the developer often respects these dedicated bastards. This week the game’s developer CCP sent its players to space.
Despite my good friend and occasional commenter Fink trying to explain EVE Online to me, I’ve never been able to fully grasp it. It isn’t that his explanations are poor, but rather it seems an online world of such complexity that it’s something I’d have to experience for myself. I mean, fuck! It’s the sort of game where you can buy real shit with money you earn in game.