Category: Gaming

[Wurm Online] A bit of Christmas Disappointment

One thing I always look forward to each year is the Christmas event over at Wurm Online. They always put out a new collectable item, and there’s buffs that we all get that increase the skill gains and typically have a chance at gaining an affinity as we work.

This year we received a crate, wine bottles, and a tray for fancy glasses, along with the glasses. Typically, once you’ve collected the items for the current Christmas, there’s an opportunity (for those who are premium at least with a subscription) for you to collect gifts of years gone by. This year, however, they opted out of that.

This year started out with a great idea, a game-wide secret Santa. I loved this idea. On paper. In practice, it was bad.

The way it worked is you would visit your Christmas tree and donate something you had made, that had your signature on it. For priests this is a bit difficult, as they cannot make high quality items. Anything a priest donated to the tree was almost always going to be poor quality. You had to do these donations in order to get even the basic gifts, so I only did it with my main.

Once you had obtained the new items for this year, you would, each time you donated, receive a gift back from another player. An item they had donated. Some players went all out, and donated things like magic chests. I donated a bunch of 90ql tools and items.

Unfortunately, everything I received back was 20ql. A lot of plates. Some spoons. I felt it unfair that I had taken the time do donate fair quality gifts, enchanted items and archaeology components that I would have loved to receive myself. In return, I got garbage. I ended up throwing it in the compost.

Good idea in theory, but made horrible by other players. I did enjoy obtaining the new items to add to my growing museum collection, but I wish there had of been some sort of compensation for those who went above and beyond with their thoughtful gifts.

As always, happy gaming, no matter where you find yourself.

[ATS] Fueled by Diesel and Sarcasm

[[ I decided why not start a new roleplay involving American Truck Simulator, since I enjoy these so much with EVE Online. These will be the adventures I’ve done in-game, but in a different format. ATS just announced their next DLC is British Columbia, and I’m VERY excited. So. Enjoy!]]

Stargrace rolled out of Truckee just after dawn, the trailer full of waste paper rattling behind her like it had opinions about the whole situation. Snow still clung to the pines up there, stubborn as an unpaid parking ticket, and she gave it a respectful nod in the mirror. She was Canadian, after all. Cold and stubborn felt like extended family.

She’d been based out of Reno for years now—long enough that the desert dust had worked its way into her boots, her coffee mug, and probably her soul—but the mountains still spoke her language. Elko was the goal today. Long road, easy miles, plenty of time to think bad thoughts and tell worse jokes to herself.

Stargrace wasn’t new to this. The lines on her face were carved by sun glare, sleepless nights, and a lifetime of conversations with inanimate objects. The truck got the worst of it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered as the engine growled. “You chose this life too.”

Somewhere along the stretch of highway where the scenery turns into a lesson in humility, she pulled in for fuel. One stop. In and out. The pump clicked and whined its way up to 129 gallons, the total flashing $488 like it was proud of itself. Stargrace snorted.
“That’s not gas,” she said. “That’s a small mortgage.”

She didn’t mind, though—the delivery company was covering it. One of the rare mercies in this line of work, right up there with clean restrooms and radio stations that didn’t fade out mid-chorus.

Back on the road, the miles unwound the way they always did. Nevada stretched wide and quiet, the kind of quiet that lets your thoughts roam but never quite escape. She hummed along with a station that played something old and twangy, drummed the wheel with scarred knuckles, and watched the sun crawl across the sky.

By the time Elko came into view, the waste paper had behaved itself, the truck hadn’t thrown a tantrum, and Stargrace felt that familiar, tired satisfaction settle into her bones. Another run done. Another road behind her.

She cracked a grin, slow and crooked.
“Not bad for an old Canadian in the desert,” she said to no one in particular—and the truck, wisely, didn’t argue.

[EVE] Winter Nexus Continued

I didn’t want to leave j-space.

That’s the important part. I was perfectly happy drifting between quiet systems, scanning signatures that didn’t belong to anyone yet, pretending the rest of New Eden was a very loud rumor. But the Winter Nexus blinked at me from the Agency window like it knew exactly how weak my resolve was.

The rewards were just… unfairly good.

So I sighed, packed up my bookmarks, and pointed my ship back toward highsec once more, muttering something unkind about seasonal events and my complete lack of self-control.

I ended up in an ice site that felt less like serene winter mining and more like a very cold traffic jam. Seven other Endurances were already there, orbiting chunks of volatile ice like overly polite vultures. Lasers flared. Cargo holds filled at glacial speeds. Every time a rock cracked, half the fleet lunged for the next one like it owed them money.

This was not the quiet, contemplative ice mining I’d imagined.

I jostled for position, trying to keep my Endurance from bumping another hull, all while watching the ice evaporate faster than my patience. Local chat was alive with forced cheer and passive-aggressive “o7”s. Somewhere deep in my soul, a wormhole sighed.

I missed j-space. I missed being alone. I missed knowing that if someone showed up on d-scan, it meant something.

Still, the ice went into my hold. The progress bar ticked forward. And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I’d do this again tomorrow.

Because the universe might be chaotic, loud, and occasionally packed with far too many Endurances—but it also knew exactly how to tempt me back out of my comfort zone.

And apparently, I was still falling for it.

[WoW] Gold Making – Week 1 (2026)

Well, the first week of 2026 is done, and I brought in just shy of 5 million gold for the week. I had some really big sales, most notably the Rich Purple Silk Shirt pattern that went for over 800k for that single item alone. Even though you can transfer gold and items from any server to any server, MOST players won’t go to those lengths. Whether it’s because they don’t know they can, or because they don’t have access to the warband bank. That means buying on a cheap server and shuffling the items off to a more expensive server remains one of my best gold making methods. Folks who are focused on gold making and saving gold will of course use these tactics, they’re too good not to.

The rest of the sales were the usual transmog and nothing much of note. Out of the 10 servers I’m currently selling on, only 8 had sales, with two of those servers making up the bulk of all sales for the week. I’m reluctant to expand past those 10 servers right now, as the items sold vs. time spent posting doesn’t always balance out, and after gold making for over 9 years now, that’s something that is of high value to me (my time). I used to sell across 25 servers but I took a look at the total sales per server and dropped a bunch of them a few months back. It has impacted my gold earned slightly, but it also freed up a lot of time so that instead of spending approx 1-1.5h posting auctions each day, I could just spend 30 minutes posting while eating breakfast. Much better for consistency, which is key.

I hope everyone is off to a great start so far in 2026, and here’s to a great week of gold making. Happy gaming, no matter where you find yourself!

[EVE] Gas, Gratitude, and Narrow Escapes

Gas huffing has always been one of my favorite ways to lose track of time. There’s something soothing about it—the slow draw of clouds into my hold, the quiet of j-space pressing in, the sense that for once nothing needs to be rushed.

Which is probably why I didn’t notice the Stiletto at first.

I was distracted by something shiny—some glimmer in the cloud that made my brain go ooh—and by the time my d-scan caught up with reality, things had escalated quickly. One Stiletto. Then an Enyo. Then a Malediction. And finally, because the universe has a sense of drama, a Tengu.

I did what any reasonable explorer would do: my heart attempted to exit my Prospect.

I was scrammed almost immediately, engines whining uselessly as my ship refused to go anywhere. I remember thinking, very calmly, yeah, that’s fair—completely prepared to be podded, because this one was absolutely on me.

Then, because I am apparently incapable of being normal, I spoke in local.

o7 hugs – enjoy the content!

Yes, I know. Local in j-space. Technically frowned upon. But Signal Cartel isn’t most people, and honestly? If I’m going to die, I’d rather be polite about it.

To my surprise, they answered. Turns out they were running training exercises. Even more surprisingly, they thanked me—thanked Signal Cartel—for the work we do keeping Thera bookmarks updated. Apparently those routes had saved them more than once.

I smiled so hard it probably showed on my Prospect’s biometric readouts.

Scram dropped. No podding. Just a moment of mutual respect floating in a gas cloud where I fully deserved consequences and somehow didn’t get them.

As I aligned out, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the universe had gently cleared its throat—nothing cruel, just a quiet reminder to keep one eye on d-scan next time, no matter how pretty the clouds look.

I warped off toward my freeport home, hands still shaking a little. My heart was racing, my cargo hold smelled like gas, and the stars felt very close all of a sudden.

But I was safe.

And sometimes, in j-space, that’s more than enough.