The Battle Rorqual

So I'm waiting out GCC in my Drake and safed up in Auro, I'm scanning and I see a Rorqual towards Propel Dynamics. A Minute later he's on scan by Merc Club. Then off scan. A minute later back on scan. He's obviously warping between stations. No cyno up or anything. Thinking it would be funny to go mess with it, I warp in to the undock. Sure enough the Rorqual is sitting there, aligning to Propel Dynamics. Then this frigging thing redboxes me. I was stunned for a second but called out on comms for everyone to ship up and help me kill this idiot in the giant mining ship. This is the end of Hulkageddon after all, and that would be a nice cap off to great week of ganking mining ships.

Several seconds later I am in high structure spamming the dock button. I'm being neuted, webbed, scrammed, tracking disrupted, and chewed alive by Ogre II's. I manage to get docked just as Reno lands to point this guy and I ship up to a neut Domi. Tek and Croc are on the way from Dant with more BS's. NOW it's time to kill this fool.

As I'm undocking in what I think is a clever choice for this fight I hear Reno on comms, "I'm dying, uhhh, I can't kill his drones, what the hell, I can't get away, this thing is killing me". Not good. Undocked now, I drop neuts and drones on this overpriced barge. Reno barely gets out on fire. Tek and Croc still on the way. Surely THIS will be the end of this fight.

25 seconds later I'm deaggressed and spamming the dock button. I'm Neuted to death, my drones can't kill his, and my mega-buffer tank is melting like ice cream in the summer sun. Once again in structure I get docked, just barely. Tek and Croc still on the way. This is not going according to plan.

Meanwhile local is steadily growing, 20+ in local, all 0.0 people. Things are looking a little dim at this point. I wave Tek and Croc off, who are still "on the way". Now this silly guy in the overpriced mining barge is camping US in. He's dual SEBO fit and anything bigger than a frigate get's insta locked. Fun times.

Anyway... A link to this guy's battle Rorqual fit. http://eve.battleclinic.com/killboard/killmail.php?id=10840610

Hulkageddon!

Yep, it's that time of year again and Hulkageddon is in full swing. After missing out the last time around I was determined to get in on the festivities for Hulkageddon 4. And oh how sweet it is! I giggle like a school child every time a squad of our destroyers warps in and pops a Hulk. Maybe what the carebears say is true, that we are just sadistic mean-hearted people that want to ruin other peoples fun. Ahh, fuck 'em, it's not like there wasn't ample warning this was coming!

The first night kicked off with a seriously drunken group of Sinners rolling into all the nearby high-sec systems in our Thrashers and popping Hulks. The hilarity on comms was truly epic. Many homosexual references were made, slurred threats against the lives of corpmates were hurled, and Chris Hansen from Dateline's "To Catch A Predator" had to be called in at one point. It's funny what people reveal about themselves when all sauced up and flying high. It was probably one of the most fun nights we've had in a quite a long while... what I can remember of it anyways. Hell, we even won a prize for being among the first 40 pilots to get a kill during Hulkageddon!

It's the midway mark and we've yet to repeat the performance we gave on the first night of the event but I have a feeling we are going to send off this year's Hulkageddon with a bang! We have many Thrashers fitted and ready to go. Most of us have been sober all week. That right there is a recipe for carebear annihilation folks.

Also, just a few days left to go and we are still the only corp with a Freighter kill on the board! Woot!

A quick update

Well, as anyone that tries to play Eve a lot but has kids and bills will tell you... sometimes you just don't get to play when you want to. That's how the last two weeks have been for me. Even when I do get to log on I've got distractions like crazy. In game and out, something seems to always be going on.

On the Sinners front all seems to be going well. We have so much fun on coms, especially when we are all drunk. Myd took a turn being the drunken ass on coms this past Sunday, usually I'm the belligerent prick on Mumble, but he took that honor for the night. I'm hoping that this weekend will give me plenty of time to catch up on the killboard.

The in-game distractions... The alts were all tucked away in the Wormhole last week and everything has been running on autopilot pretty much. I was able to cash out nearly 500 million isk for about 3.5 hours of grinding on Saturday. Then Sunday I log on to scan down the day's exit and and my on-board scanner shows a fleet of ships all over the place. Almost all the ships had Russian names. SHIT! Russians. The bastards were running the last of the anomalies I'd left for Marc.

I needed to get these fucktards out a.s.a.p. I logged on all 4 accounts and started chucking all the combat type ships out of the ship maintenance array, put out 15 combat scanner probes in three spots, and tried to make it look like an armada was coming on the d-scan. I'd hauled in some warp bubbles the day before so I dropped one on the exit hole and was about to drop another when I saw a terrifying sight on scan. A small control tower had just been deployed. Quickly scanning it down to it's moon location I warped in with the hauler, dropped a bubble and cloaked. I immediately brought my Heavy Dictor over and started orbiting the tower while it was anchoring or about to be onlined. A couple drakes came out of warp a minute later, decloaking their hauler like idiots, and just outside point range so I bugged out. Good thing too because the whole gang of 8 landed shortly after, oh and Falcon too. This was getting tense. I can't let these fuckers ninja my WH or set up a short term pvp base to cock-block my isk making endeavors.

After nearly an hour of probing games and chases the small tower still hadn't come online, then all of a sudden it's off scan. Good. They realize I'm not gonna sit there and take it and my ploys have worked. They're a corp of 21, so figuring with alts in the corp, this 9 man gang is pretty much their whole active contingent. Half are less then 6 months old. Falcon pilot convo's me and congratulates me on my quick response and let's me know they are leaving. He's the CEO by the way, and he's convo'd my 2 month old CEO alt. Good, he hasn't figured out who is in charge. I don't trust him so I sit cloaked off the exit hole and bubble and watch... they are trickling out. Hauler is out and no tower on scan, excellent so far, Falcon is out, getting better, 2 Tengu's decloak at the exit... WTF, I'd never even seen them the whole time! They're out, one last ship on scan, a Drake and I want to kill it but think better of it. Fifteen minutes later and the last guy is out. Well as far as I can tell plus they've made so many jumps the hole is about to collapse.

I was sweating there for a while. To be honest I'm a little more paranoid which is a good thing. I think I was getting complacent in my precautions and general safety. That little scare helped snap me back into a more cautious mode. I'm keeping every hole that spawns double bubbled, I'm clearing my sites faster instead of letting them pile up for 5 or more days at a time, and I'm just generally taking more precautions. The down side is that almost all my free time to get in-game has been spent dicking with the wormhole.

This weekend should be a bit better and I feel like I can sit back and relax while killing people. There is no better stress reliever then watching ships go boom and pods get squished. Oh, and ransoms, need more ransoms!