The faithful words of Lando Calrissian as he plunged into the bowels of Death Star II. That's pretty much how I'm feeling right now as I just started moving my ships and items to the edge of Low-sec space in the EVE-Online galaxy. This is my first foray into the world of MMORPG, and I've been missing out on some great gaming!
Let me introduce myself. My name is Benoit and I am known in EVE as Cozmik R5. In other multi-player games I was known as r3dfiv3 but I decided a slight twist would be good in this new universe. So now you know what the R5 is for ;) I was introduced to EVE by my great buddy Rob, aka Letrange, who is something of an industrial mogul as CEO of ChaosStorm. This coupled with about a year head-start on me allowed him to give me a good kick forward as he was able to give me right off the bat a better ship, gobs of equipment, quite a bit of ISK, and of course all important advice on what to do to survive in this well-populated galaxy that can have danger lurking right on the other side of the next stargate.
So after some time getting used to the EVE interface, learning some all-important skills, and beeing able to financially support myself, Mr Letrange introduced me to his friend Arancia, who is CEO of the Clown Punchers Syndicate. The Clowns are a corporation that lives for one thing only, PvP (player-vs-player if you didn't know). And that's basically what I'm into, having played deathmatch games for about as long as I've had contact with the Internet. I'll leave the fancy industrial stuff to Letrange, I just want fast ships with big guns :))
So here I am moving all my precious belongings 14 jumps away from my current safe home in Hi-sec space to the fringe of the galaxy, just a few jumps away from the dreaded 0.0 space where CONCORD is absent and getting your ship shot up is a good possibility if you're not careful. But that's OK because that is EXACTLY what I want to do: punish the pirates who prey on hapless victims without even giving them a chance in this dangerous universe. Of course, I don't want to start talking too much because before I become an authority in Low/No-sec space I have some soup to eat and some skills to learn, but I don't worry about that too much; EVE is not a game about racking up skills at an alarming rate and it's not a race. But eventually I will have access to the toys I need to make my name known, and maybe revered or feared! Of course, that's not something I can do alone in this universe so my buddy Letrange and my new buddies over at Clowns' should be more than able to help me to accomplish my goals in EVE.
Well, back to ferrying ships across light-years of space to my new home-away-from-home, the Berta system !!!