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

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!

Bhuddust Princess, Backstabbing faggot

In a passing conversation with an acquaintance the other day, the topic of Bhuddust Princess came up. If you've never heard of him, he's an EVE player currently running the "Reverse Psychology." corporation.

I met BP long ago somewhere in Placid, back when Heretic Army would roll around in both RR BS and nanos. He then ran Black Tide corporation, or some shit nobody cares about. We did some gangs together, had some blues, and I thought of him as pretty chief. He made some decent PVP videos and didn't afraid of anything.

Fast foward to March of 2010. We find our heros, The Heretic Crew, running strong inside the Final Agony corporation, inside the newly founded B A N E alliance. At this time, we'd had zero capital losses in combat* For basically that entire month, we racked up something stupid like 300 Billion in combined kills. We were gettign basically a capital kill a day for a few weeks. Fights all the time. Rapetrain mode was active.

If you asked me then where the most fun place was to be in EVE, no doubt, I'd have tried to recruit you. And that's exactly how it happened with BP. I looked him up, saw he was pirating, and told him to get in on the action. I wasn't suprised to find out he took me up on the offer, and my CEO had recruited his corp.

BP and Reverse Psychology were treated to a few pretty awesome fights from the day they joined on. In one instance, we baited and hotdropped some FW capitals with our carrier/dread fleet. In another, we used a triage/battleship fleet to fight outnumbered 3:1 against some fags from Providence. Carrier and BS kills galore. In a third instance, we allowed BP to cyno us in on top of a station-hugging carrier, using BANE's capfleet to instapop it before it could dock.

And this was all the high-profile stuff. In the time between all this, we'd have small gangs roaming and camping amamake. I believe our camping in amamake pissed them off, I couldn't tell you why. It was done mainly between fights and roams and generally either profitable, or atleast something to do.

So, there we all were, flying with BANE, having a goddamned blast. You could log on at any time during the day and pretty much be guarnteed some kills. It didn't suprise me that BP and his corp had joined. Shit was so cash.

What DID suprise me, is how terrible I was at judging his character. To be fair, the signs were all there. His corp was the only that didn't give loot back from fights. The refused to move the 10 jumps to chill in our HQ. Etc.

But then they did it. On March 28th, 2010, Cult of War brought 7 supercarriers and a large carrier fleet to support them in order to rape a few of BANE's over-active SuperCarriers. [BR]
They did so by using an over-obvious nidhoggur drifting out of station range. Our supercarreirs were dumb enough to cyno in to kill it, which had been going well for the until it lit a cyno. The rest is history

It was never said, but it was bluntly obvious BP had set us up. Here's a list of facts:

• We didn't have as many people on as we should have to support the supercarriers
• All of Reverse Psychology were supposedly in carriers, and were goign to jump in to kill the Nid along with the super carriers. They never did.
• The next day, BP, who still had admin in our capital channel, invited the entirety of CoW to that channel.

So I'm pretty convinced he sold us out and played a part in coaxing, and perhaps even rushing, BANE's supercarrier pilots into dropping onto the bait.

It's interesting to note that BP went on to steal some shit from Gentlemens Club. [link] I've heard that he also stole from Rooks and Kings.

By the time I've posted this, it's already old news. Quite frankly I've kept too busy for too long to take the time post about someguy that backstabbed my homies on the internet. But if you run an alliance or corporation that's considering associating itself with BP or Reverse Psychology, well, he has AIDS, and he hemorrhages that AIDS blood when he opens his mouth. :TheMoreYouKnow:


*Bar Ofcourse, that of Eddie Valentino, then WOLFY, who was that much of a jackass that he warped his Thanatos directly to a hostile deathstar.

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.

Who says auto-pilot is Dead?

Recently, I returned to Amamake, six days ago in fact. I was quite happy with my previous role as a Snigger in Pandemic Legion, but the reason I left Fountain is another entry. In short, we (the heretic crew) have returned because: It's fucking Amamake.

And return we did. Our stated goal? Why nothing else than to find some chimney's to shit in this Christmas season.

And shit down chimneys we did. We've joined Final Agony, a pirate corporation formed by Villwrath and his A-team, formerly Beyond Divinity.

Enough ~words~.

I'd like to talk about one very specific chimney I had the pleasure of squatting over today. On a whim, we decided to put together a small camp and park it on the ossogur gate. A couple BS and a hictor. The usual traffic is coming through; shuttles, T1 frigates. We didn't really bother applying remote sensor boosters to Switch 4's broadsword to tackle them. But then, not three minutes into the camp, an Ashimmu --the blood raider pirate cruiser-- appeared on my overview. It was autopiloting, from god knows where, most likely on it's way to rens. I hear "Point!" over vent, Switch 4 calling an infini-point on the poor bastard. I fired off a volley of Scorch L from my Mega Pulses and go for a quick reload - "He's going 200m/s and approaching the gate, wont hurt to increase my DPS...he's still in shields..."

Seconds later, the Ashimmu explodes. It was shield tanked.

I'm pretty confident piracy in Amamake is going to be in good business for years to come, even if we depend solely on the power of morons in EvE online. I love this system.