Category: Gaming

[EVE] Borrowed Ground

I’ve lived out of a freeport in Anoikis for years now. Long enough to know the rhythms of J-space, long enough to stop pretending that walls mean safety. In wormholes, nothing is permanent—just borrowed.

So when Hard Knocks evicted the Signal Cartel Anoikis Division, I wasn’t shocked. Even knowing it was SC’s first eviction in years, even knowing how careful AD is. That’s the truth of wormhole life: no matter how prepared, how principled, how well-loved you are… you’re never immune. Eviction is just part of the territory.

It still stung.

I know what it feels like to lose a home. I’ve watched asset safety timers tick down while a region I once lived in burned behind me. I’ve been pushed out of space before—Dronelands, back when I wore Horde colors—and that kind of loss leaves a mark.

AD has always meant something to me. The idea of one day earning my place there, after serving my time in Signal Cartel, has lived quietly in my thoughts for a long while. Not as ambition, exactly. More like a north star. So watching them lose a home hurt in that deep, familiar way you feel when good people are tested by a harsh universe.

But if there’s one thing SC does better than almost anyone, it’s how we respond.

Members came together. There were hugs, quiet check-ins, logistics handled with practiced calm. And yes—fireworks. There are always fireworks with Signal Cartel. Bright, defiant flashes against the dark, because even when we lose a structure, we don’t lose who we are.

We stood for the Credo.

In the end, the hole went quiet again. Another system reclaimed by the void, another reminder etched into memory. Homes in Anoikis are temporary. Ideals aren’t.

Tomorrow, I’ll scan again.

[ATS] Midnight Beans & Buckets

Stargrace liked night runs. Less traffic, fewer opinions, and the road mostly kept its mouth shut.

She rolled out of Elko with a trailer full of soybeans, the smell faint but unmistakable—earthy, dusty. Ranch delivery up in Logan. Easy money. Short hop. Barely enough time for the coffee to turn against her.

The highway at night was just lines and headlights, the world reduced to what mattered: speed, distance, and whether the engine sounded wrong or just dramatic. The desert slipped by unseen, which was fine by her. She’d already looked at it plenty over the years. Didn’t need a reminder.

She clicked on the radio mic out of habit more than need.
“Melanie Q, you still awake out there, or did Wyoming finally hypnotize you?”

A beat of static, then Melanie’s voice came through, cheerful in that unkillable way.
“Awake and thriving, boss. LoneStar’s purring. I’m haulin’ clamshell buckets.”

Stargrace snorted.
“Buckets for clams that don’t exist. Living the dream.”

“Hey,” Melanie said, mock-offended, “someone’s gotta move the world’s most confusing cargo.”

“Fair,” Stargrace replied. “If the economy collapses, it’ll be because of clamshell buckets.”

They checked routes, traded a few miles and complaints, then signed off.

Logan came up quick. Ranch lights glowing low and warm, the kind of place where the animals knew more about you than the people did. The soybeans were unloaded without fuss—no drama, no broken pallets, no one asking dumb questions. A flawless delivery, which always felt suspicious.

Didn’t take long before she had another trailer hooked up. Short trip, quick turnaround. Wyoming this time. The sign might as well have read You’re Still Awake? Good.

She crossed the line with a yawn and a crooked smile, the engine humming steady beneath her boots. Another night, another stretch of asphalt claimed and conquered.

Stargrace adjusted her grip on the wheel.
“Alright,” she muttered to the truck. “Let’s go disappoint another state.”

And the road, as always, welcomed her back.

[EVE] Dressing Up

I was half-paying attention when I cracked open the next Winter Nexus prize box.

That’s usually how it goes—expecting boosters, maybe a filament, something practical. Instead, my overview blinked and my inventory populated with something that made me stop cold.

A Men’s Rubedo Richesse Jacket.

I stared at it for a second, then checked the market. Then checked it again, just to be sure I hadn’t misread a decimal or imagined an extra zero. Nope. Very real. Very red. Very fashionable. Very much worth over a hundred million isk.

I snorted. Of course the universe would hand me couture.

There was absolutely no scenario where I was going to wear it. I live in j-space, I smell faintly of gas clouds, and my idea of “dressing up” is remembering to insure my ship. So I did the sensible thing: packed it up carefully and sent it off to my hauler friend with a short note that translated roughly to please turn this into liquid isk before I do something irresponsible.

They were clear across the cluster, but that’s never stopped them before. A quick confirmation ping came back: Gallente-bound, watchful of gankers, all very routine for something that shiny.

I went back to chasing snowstorms and ice chunks, feeling faintly amused. Somewhere out there, a very expensive jacket was about to change hands, and it all started because I clicked a box while distracted.

Winter Nexus really does have a sense of humor.

Fly clever, indeed.

[WoW] Gold Making Week 2 (2026)

This week was a bit of a confusing time, as far as gold making goes. Story time!

I started 2025 with two accounts, A and B. A is my main, B was my secondary account and also housed all of my auction house characters. Sometime during the early part of the year, I decided I wanted to separate the auction house characters from the ‘regular’ characters, and so I activated account C. I then created and shuffled all of the characters to the new account. They were all level 10, and had a generic name that I tend to use on all servers.

When my account was unfairly banned in the fall, I think this hindered me, because there was an account with no play characters, just level 10 allied, who did nothing but auction house stuff. Doesn’t look too great. So, last week I decided I would merge all of my auction house characters back to account B, and that I would also use remix to level those characters up to 80 (plus I moved around a few of the 80s that were already on the account). Then I would shut down account C, since I really don’t need 3 accounts at this point in time.

Most of the week was spent shuffling all of my auction house stuff all over the place. Thankfully TSM helps ease this pain with mail operations (everything in a group gets assigned a mail operation with a character name, so all I had to do, was mail it all off to the new character on account B). I also had to invite everyone to guild, and make sure to import my TSM profile.

I think I have a handful of characters left to set up, but I’m waiting until Remix ends for those to be completed. I haven’t finished leveling those characters, and while I’m not 100% sure I will – I would like to try.

Anyway. That’s the story – despite that bunch of influx, I did end the week making just slightly more than 3 million gold overall. I have also started to reincorporate my old servers back into the mix, now that Remix is almost ended and everyone should be wandering back to retail.

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

[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.