Back with a bang
|Yes, we did bend over for this one with predictable results.|
Feeling somewhat bruised, we returned to the station and re-shipped while we considered our options. Shipping up into my sliepnir (after Marco's expert discussion on improving my set-up) we went out for more fun in our upgraded ships but nothing was biting. It was a proving to be a tough week for The Bastards.
Our own Hulkageddon - Bastards' style
|Kill the mining barges for they are evil!|
However, our very own TheHermit; who has been The Bastards' own driving force in the HK events decided to run an internal HK event. Open to only those in The Bastards Alliance, it was a one-week event; quite low-key but well attended with interested pirates using jump clones to move into the target area. The statistics are here.
4-year birthday bash!
|No we don't have fairies....|
Anyway, we've organised a birthday roam - so all Bastards past and present, join the ingame channel and say hi. Oh, TheHermit has also asked that we bring the bling. Should be fun.
OKAY....sorry, drunk roam report (part of)
I was not successful in getting the fuzziness out of my head: it felt like it was packed full of cotton wool. Yes, the after-effects of another drunken roam with The Bastards and my God, the killboard looked red. The rules of these drunken roams are simple: drink, fly ships and shoot people in the face and then drink some more, repeat until you can't remember your name. The only hope of reconstructing the evening was through the various log entries, camera drone footage and other recording devices that were on during the night. So sifting through the files, I came to the following series of events which has been reconstructed into some semblance of a coherent narrative.
The fleet was an open invitation to anyone who wanted to fly drunk with The Bastards and we had over 30 in the fleet with a few more stragglers. It was an astounding assortment of ship types and I was surprisingly flexible with the route, destination and communication discipline. Very unlike me but already, I was liquor'ed up and feisty with a quart of Disarono and coke from an earlier, lunch time drinking session with some colleagues. However, I decided to count the number of 'sips' of beverage I would imbide from the time the roam started to well, my waking up the next day.
The destination was generally agreed to be Amamake - where there would be an almost certain guarantee of traffic through the top belt and greatest chance of some pew-pew. Each jump we took a sip (of varying volumes) and by the time we had arrived at Auga, a 15 jump journey; I was already feeling the effects.
Sip Count: 15
So we did race into the top belt and sat there - some bright spark decided to mine in order to 'fool' the locals.Who was he? It wasn't a Bastard that's for sure.
The locals eventually came in and proceeded to get serious about a fight. We sort of decided to respond and set their drake as primary.
It went down hill from there.
We had horribly fitted ships and a mere glance at our killboard confirms that we lost some epic ships including: Shizraak's rainbow fitted Maelstrom complete with the most epic cargo hold ever; TheHermit's webbing blackbird; my own rupture flying with a battleship class autocanon. No less.
The loss of ships was quite epic.
I had to add about 30 odd sips to the total already and by this time, I was blasted and can't remember a thing....
..(sorry can't continue the story as I seem to have developed amnesia!)
A shout out to the The Bastards' Online Mortuary and Out-Of-Eve
|Meet some of TheHermit's guests......|
He also hosts a cool tool: http://eve-ransoms.com/ooe/ try it and register it; it is Evemon on steroids.