I looked at my ship for along time trying to admire its simple yet precise lines. Held in a state of epiphany following my birth into the immortal elite i span my ship around in its hanger more times than Amy Winehouse has relapses. I stopped and took another sip of vodka. I had run out of the red bull mixer and had to resort to using the flat coke my brother had brought around the night before. He had told me about eve how great it was, though not owning an account himself was a little apprehensive. My brother a golden if yet a little messy soul like me call our selves "casual" gamers . I doubt that any one else having looked at say our joint Oblivion play time and realising we could have circumnavigated the real world twice just by walking would use the word casual. Still my moment of glory was building I took another static spin around my fine vessel this mighty ship that would cast me off into the pages of space history as one of the few chosen for unlimeted greatness! One more sip of adult cola a click of the mouse on the undock button and with a smile like a childs first taste of ice cream the SS GREAT ibis....set sail.....................
So i undocked in my Ibis. Palms sweating , heart racing this was my moment to show the galaxy i had arrived... Behold Mortals for i have come to claim my place in history! I had'nt yet worked out all the controls to my ship...well infact i did not have a scooby doo how to fly it, like a typical bloke the thought of following any instruction manual was below my male integrity, but hey this is space right? space is big, vast, gimungonormohuge right? what are the chances of me running into anything? besides these things have shields dont they? they must have some form of star treky collision damperner or something far more technical sounding? ....the voice in my head began to chant repetivley as i stumbled to find the stop button. mean while my physical concious was doing its best to relay from my eyes that the big spikey ship was getting bigger. It had cleaverly deducted that this ment i was getting closer but lacked the ability to bypass my own excitement. I have never ran into a tank with a mini metro before so this was a new experience. My ship already bored of its own shape no doubt thought it would be a good idea to carve it's self a new look by repeatedly hitting into the hull of the big scary ship with big guns, I was still searching for a stop button or space break at this point. I looked like a remoras fish eating off a sharks back. by planed accedent I double clicked on space and flew off into the abyiss.......
so I had a ship and after a brief love affair with a Ferox realised not a particularly big one. It was no star ship enterprise or Romulin war bird but it had a gun... it may be as much use as throwing popcorn at Challenger 2 tank from five miles away, but it made a cool sound and killed the belt rats at least. At this point bounty from rats and the eeehhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz from mining lasers was how i would make my fortune. once my cargo was full with veld spar and a few random looking modules I headed over to the station docked up and proudly presented my bounty to the trade office. I was going to be rich. Picturing the next ship i had in mind and rubbing my hands with excitement i pressed enter....ah......ok.....now I'm no mathematician but according to my calculations i should be flying a battle ship within two years! Now i can understand at this point why some people may quit then and there however i saw this as a challenge. I had seen allot of people mining in destroyers and came to the conclusion more lasers equals more money. and for the next day or so mined like a space mole in the pursuit of a shiny new ship.
