Well, it's official, myself and switch have finally returned to Sniggerdly. I got kind of turned off to posting any further after I facepalmed at Villwraths faggotblog, but I'll talk more about that later.
Since my last update, BANE has all but shit the bed. The real final straw seemed to be two simultaneous decisions. The first was by myself and Switch, my brother from another mother. Whatever we do in eve, we go there together, and we'd been plannning a long-term return to Sniggerdly for a few months now. Ofcourse, we have a crew that ended up following us to PL and waffles.
Upon this news, Kri Matar, glorious heretic warlord and another one of my best bros, decided it was time to throw down the corp name poisoned by it's founder and reform Heretic Army.
The schism was under way, and those who didn't find themselves in one of the previous two joined Eternal Perseverance, still under the BANE tag. PRSVR is an incredibly talented group of pilots who may just be the best Recon ship pilots in eve.
And now, the story of my first day in Pandemic Legion. Trials, tribulations and hotdrops
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Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Hulkageddon III
It's here you guys, it's finally here!
It's time for thousands of hulks to die in fiery explosions, for carebears to bitch and moan, and for CCP to laugh it up as the collective playerbase sinks a few hundred billion worth of ISK to their benefit.
Hulkageddon III is quickly becoming every EvE pirate's favorite holiday, a week or more long event in which players band together to rack up the highscore against their sworn enemy: High-Sec miners. In eve's high-sec, miners use the shroud of security provided my the NPC police force CONCORD in order to harvest asteroids without a care in the world. In many cases, a EULA violating "macro", also known as a bot, will replace the actual player.
BANE has kicked off the event with a bang. We knocked out an Orca asap and are now knee deep in hulk blood. The best part is, we've only just gotten started!
Read all about it here on the website
It's time for thousands of hulks to die in fiery explosions, for carebears to bitch and moan, and for CCP to laugh it up as the collective playerbase sinks a few hundred billion worth of ISK to their benefit.
Hulkageddon III is quickly becoming every EvE pirate's favorite holiday, a week or more long event in which players band together to rack up the highscore against their sworn enemy: High-Sec miners. In eve's high-sec, miners use the shroud of security provided my the NPC police force CONCORD in order to harvest asteroids without a care in the world. In many cases, a EULA violating "macro", also known as a bot, will replace the actual player.
BANE has kicked off the event with a bang. We knocked out an Orca asap and are now knee deep in hulk blood. The best part is, we've only just gotten started!
Read all about it here on the website
Monday, July 5, 2010
Pay the Ransom, for your own good!
Editors comment: This is a backdated entry. At the time, I wasn't quite willing to detail some of the intracies of POS ransoming I was involved in. For now, anyway, I've found other ways to make my ISK, so this will make for a decent read, I hope.
It drives me apeshit sometimes when my victims outright refuse to consider a good offer, even when both parties know for a fact it's a fair deal.
I suppose there's several reasons why someone between a rock and a hard place might throw themselves out the metaphorical window into the metaphorical fiery pit. First, there's probably a fair share who can't afford to pay the ransom. Then there's pride, of course, the stubborn notion that you're too good for a ransom. And perhaps, paranoia; not everyone honors a ransom as my crew does.
BANE alliance, being the naughty pirates we are, must operate 20+ ransoms a day. They range from capsules all the way up to capitals and assets. We've got the policies in place and I understand this pirate alliance I'm a part of has a pretty spectacular track record with honoring ransoms.
Now, one of the deals that have really irked me recently is the case of one Mr. Smit. Mr. Smit was recently ransomed concerning a Large Domination Control Tower he had in our neighborhood. We sent out a mail, and soon enough Mr. Smit contacted me. He told me my price was steep, that his wallet wasn't so thick and he'd need to get input from his directors.
With a smirk on my face, I replied. I gave him three days. I'd talk to my people, he'd talk to his. What I don't think he realized was that he could be read like a book.
For reference, my offer was half the cost of this Large Faction control tower, plus 100m a month. Now, that's pretty generous in my book. But it seems to me, Mr Smit was struck by something between greed and pride.
When I offer to ransom a ship, I do it because there's profit in it for me, and profit is good. What most of my clients don't realize, however, is that I'm actually providing a service. By accepting my ransom, the client is allowed to keep his current fit, his current cargo, and the current implants in his head. He isn't going to be troubled to go back to a market hub and have to rebuy all the kit. He wont have to refit it. The client is effectively buying about a half hour of stress in addition to the structural integrity of his ship.
With Mr. Smit, it was a bit different, but not much. When I say he could be read like a book, believe me, I meant it.
The night following my ransom, I happened to fly a cloak ship over the control tower in question. Sure enough, there he was unanchoring the tower to evacuate.
I contacted a corp mate from Final and we set out to prepare the perfect ambush.
Large faction control towers take just under one hour to unanchor. That is, if an owner decides he wants it to not-be-in-space-no-more, then he must hit the "unanchor" button and wait for about 50 minutes. In that time, we began to position our ships.
✖ One Falcon alt :: positioned conveniently above the target tower, giving us second-to-second updates. Not to mention cover our asses in the eventuality that everything were to go tits up.
✖ One Covert Hauler alt :: Ready to scoop the hardware the moment it became unanchored
✖ One Instalocking Heavy Interdictor :: To insure nothing, not even another covert hauler with warp core stabs, would steal off with what was rightfully ours.
✖ One Battle Myrmidon :: for dealing the hurt. In combination with the HIC and Falcon, it stood to do some serious damage to any small gang that attempted to stop us from achieving our goal.
So our attack plan was perfected, and now we were to wait. We're used to rallying pretty fast, so we ended up with about 40 minutes to kill. This time passed without incident, and with 2 minutes to go, we sprung the trap.
Both the broadsword and Myrmidon warp to zero of the target. Upon landing, I drop drones, and I'm none to surprised when we forced a mammoth to uncloak within 5 kilometers of the tower. We instantly kill the hauler, wait another minute, and scoop One billion ISK worth of Domination control tower for our own.
One might play devil's advocate, claiming he wasn't offered a fair deal. In all honesty however, after he paid that first half-price fee (about 500 million isk) He would have been free to unanchor the tower without worry. But now, it's gone, the tower is being sold in Jita, and I expect a decent payout in the coming days.
Pay the ransom, or else!
It drives me apeshit sometimes when my victims outright refuse to consider a good offer, even when both parties know for a fact it's a fair deal.
I suppose there's several reasons why someone between a rock and a hard place might throw themselves out the metaphorical window into the metaphorical fiery pit. First, there's probably a fair share who can't afford to pay the ransom. Then there's pride, of course, the stubborn notion that you're too good for a ransom. And perhaps, paranoia; not everyone honors a ransom as my crew does.
BANE alliance, being the naughty pirates we are, must operate 20+ ransoms a day. They range from capsules all the way up to capitals and assets. We've got the policies in place and I understand this pirate alliance I'm a part of has a pretty spectacular track record with honoring ransoms.
Now, one of the deals that have really irked me recently is the case of one Mr. Smit. Mr. Smit was recently ransomed concerning a Large Domination Control Tower he had in our neighborhood. We sent out a mail, and soon enough Mr. Smit contacted me. He told me my price was steep, that his wallet wasn't so thick and he'd need to get input from his directors.
With a smirk on my face, I replied. I gave him three days. I'd talk to my people, he'd talk to his. What I don't think he realized was that he could be read like a book.
For reference, my offer was half the cost of this Large Faction control tower, plus 100m a month. Now, that's pretty generous in my book. But it seems to me, Mr Smit was struck by something between greed and pride.
When I offer to ransom a ship, I do it because there's profit in it for me, and profit is good. What most of my clients don't realize, however, is that I'm actually providing a service. By accepting my ransom, the client is allowed to keep his current fit, his current cargo, and the current implants in his head. He isn't going to be troubled to go back to a market hub and have to rebuy all the kit. He wont have to refit it. The client is effectively buying about a half hour of stress in addition to the structural integrity of his ship.
With Mr. Smit, it was a bit different, but not much. When I say he could be read like a book, believe me, I meant it.
The night following my ransom, I happened to fly a cloak ship over the control tower in question. Sure enough, there he was unanchoring the tower to evacuate.
I contacted a corp mate from Final and we set out to prepare the perfect ambush.
Large faction control towers take just under one hour to unanchor. That is, if an owner decides he wants it to not-be-in-space-no-more, then he must hit the "unanchor" button and wait for about 50 minutes. In that time, we began to position our ships.
✖ One Falcon alt :: positioned conveniently above the target tower, giving us second-to-second updates. Not to mention cover our asses in the eventuality that everything were to go tits up.
✖ One Covert Hauler alt :: Ready to scoop the hardware the moment it became unanchored
✖ One Instalocking Heavy Interdictor :: To insure nothing, not even another covert hauler with warp core stabs, would steal off with what was rightfully ours.
✖ One Battle Myrmidon :: for dealing the hurt. In combination with the HIC and Falcon, it stood to do some serious damage to any small gang that attempted to stop us from achieving our goal.
So our attack plan was perfected, and now we were to wait. We're used to rallying pretty fast, so we ended up with about 40 minutes to kill. This time passed without incident, and with 2 minutes to go, we sprung the trap.
Both the broadsword and Myrmidon warp to zero of the target. Upon landing, I drop drones, and I'm none to surprised when we forced a mammoth to uncloak within 5 kilometers of the tower. We instantly kill the hauler, wait another minute, and scoop One billion ISK worth of Domination control tower for our own.
One might play devil's advocate, claiming he wasn't offered a fair deal. In all honesty however, after he paid that first half-price fee (about 500 million isk) He would have been free to unanchor the tower without worry. But now, it's gone, the tower is being sold in Jita, and I expect a decent payout in the coming days.
Pay the ransom, or else!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Scorch Crystal Sandwhich
Here's a post that backdates us all the way to March of 2009 - back when the Heretic Nation rapetrain was picking up into a full steam. As I recall, our fleet was approximately 15, Max-Damage fitted Battleships, some Heavy Interdictors and other support; I was flying an Abaddon,"Saviour Self". There was an amarr militia fleet scouted in Dal, and so we left the throne of ossogur gate and prepared for a fight. One way or the other, by the time we jumped in, most of there fleet had warped off. But I scanned at the nearest planet an Eagle, and called to another abaddon pilot and co-commander Dalmont to nab him.
Then, by chance, something beautiful happened.
I called warp to zero of the planet, Dalmont warped in 100KM from me -- and both of us would see at near exactly the same moment that target was exactly 50 kilometers between both of us...coincidently in perfect optimal of our Megapulse II's loaded with Scorch L.
I'm not sure what the story is --if the pilot was distracted or otherwise-- but I seem to recall him picking up speed just as we locked and instapopped the heavy assault cruiser.
And so we define the tactical manuever that is "The Scorch Crystal Sandwhich": Two heatsink laden gun-boats warping in with scorch loaded and alpha'ing a target. The SCS has no need for your warp disruption; the target can't warp if it's dead.
Coincidentally, I made a signature today:
In recent news, I recently convinced Dalmont from Triumvirate back into our circle within Final Agony. And we're all doing bloody wonderful in here in Amamake; as of this post, 2207 chimneys have been shit in this fist 24 days of our occupation. We've killed 133 Battleships, 3 T3 cruisers, an orca, several faction BS, 3 carriers. We've also suicided 40 Hulks (or other exhumers) as a part of our Hulkageddon campaign. Fun times ahead.
Then, by chance, something beautiful happened.
I called warp to zero of the planet, Dalmont warped in 100KM from me -- and both of us would see at near exactly the same moment that target was exactly 50 kilometers between both of us...coincidently in perfect optimal of our Megapulse II's loaded with Scorch L.
I'm not sure what the story is --if the pilot was distracted or otherwise-- but I seem to recall him picking up speed just as we locked and instapopped the heavy assault cruiser.
And so we define the tactical manuever that is "The Scorch Crystal Sandwhich": Two heatsink laden gun-boats warping in with scorch loaded and alpha'ing a target. The SCS has no need for your warp disruption; the target can't warp if it's dead.
Coincidentally, I made a signature today:
In recent news, I recently convinced Dalmont from Triumvirate back into our circle within Final Agony. And we're all doing bloody wonderful in here in Amamake; as of this post, 2207 chimneys have been shit in this fist 24 days of our occupation. We've killed 133 Battleships, 3 T3 cruisers, an orca, several faction BS, 3 carriers. We've also suicided 40 Hulks (or other exhumers) as a part of our Hulkageddon campaign. Fun times ahead.
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