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!