A Pixel Nomad

[EVE Online] Quiet Work in Quiet Places

(I know the screenshot is a shuttle, not a helios, but it’s what I had taken recently, so that’s what I used!)

Filed by E, Helios pilot, full-time wanderer

Some wormholes feel like they wake up with you.

This one didn’t.
It was already watching.

I slipped into the system in my little Helios, cloak humming softly around me like a blanket someone knit out of shadows. Today wasn’t about adventure or dodging hostiles or stumbling into some dramatic rescue. Today was simple:
tend the rescue cache, make sure it’s stocked, make sure it’s safe, make sure some future lost soul has a lifeline.

The hole was quiet. Not the dangerous kind of quiet—just that soft, endless hush that only deep J-space seems to know. The kind that makes you feel like you’re the only heartbeat for ten light-years.

I drifted toward the cache’s bookmark, navigating around drifting ice and slow-spinning gas clouds. Every so often, a particle shimmered off my hull like it was trying to say hello. Cosmic dust is friendlier than half of nullsec, honestly.

The cache was right where it always is—tucked away, invisible to everyone except those who already know it’s there. A tiny container of hope in a place that normally eats hope for breakfast.

I checked the supplies:

probes
launcher
a few nanite pastes
little handwritten note from the last tender, telling whoever finds it that they’re not alone

Everything tidy. Everything ready.
It always amazes me how much meaning fits in something so small.

With the practical stuff handled, I let myself just… float.

The wormhole’s star was off in the distance, a pale blue thing flickering like it was thinking of blinking out but hadn’t quite decided yet. Clouds of energized particles spiraled lazily between shattered planetoids. The universe does this thing sometimes where it looks like art made for no one, shown to whoever happens to wander by.

And here I was, a tiny speck in a stealthy little frigate, witness to all of it.

I know it’s silly, but I swear the ship felt quieter too—like even the engine didn’t want to interrupt the view. These are the moments that remind me why I do what I do. Why I wander. Why I help. Why I keep coming back to wormhole space even when it’s moody and unpredictable and occasionally tries to set me on fire.

The universe is vast and wild and often cruel…
…but sometimes it’s peaceful, and gentle, and full of small kindnesses we leave for each other.

I gave the cache one last look, whispered a soft “stay safe, whoever you’ll help next,” and aligned out.

Just another quiet day in the dark.
Just another reminder that even in forgotten corners of space, someone cares.

Fly your way. o7

[Warcraft] Gold Making – Week 49 (2025)

I had a few sales this week, but I also relaxed and let the auctions lapse a time or two for a bit of a break – I need to go through my banks and restock those AH characters, something I’ve been neglecting. So far I’ve continued to post auctions on 10/20 servers to cut down the amount of time spent, but I might start increasing this again, we’ll see (I say this every week but I haven’t actually moved forward with it yet).

I expect things in game to slow down a bit as we wait for March and Midnight. There’s no new content happening, and it’s a good time for people to take a break (minus player housing, of course). There’s a lot of gold to be made right now with furniture, so if you haven’t looked into that yet, you might want to!

For my own sales, gold this week came from transmog armor and then transmog weapons. Recipes came in third place, although that is probably because I need to restock more than anything else. I’ve been leveling characters to 80, working a bit on remix, and of course diving into housing (which will come in another post). As always, happy gaming no matter where you find yourself!

[EQII] It’s Tiiii– Frostfell!

I’m not always a huge fan of in-game events when they correlate to real life holidays, because I feel like some folks always get left out, and sometimes those holidays are not happy times and the emotional reminders can be a lot. One of those exceptions is EverQuest II and their celebration of Frostfell. I have loved Frostfell since it first became a thing way back in 2005. The Frostfell village that many of us love came to be back in 2006, and each year the event tends to grow with a new quest or two, and some new crafted items.

Each day from Dec 3rd to 15th you get to claim a free gift, but before I could get to that, I ran around Freeport collecting shines. The closet (the portal you take to get to the Frostfell instance) was in the same place I expected it to be, though the zone itself does look slightly different from when I saw it last. I picked up a large number of crafting books from Frostfells gone by, and then spent the next hour running around the zone harvesting. Frostfell has its own crafting components.

I received a blue-striped sentient present as my daily gift from Santa Glug, and then spent far too long crafting Frostfell items to decorate whatever house I feel like focusing on. There were also shiny collection pieces strewn across the zone, so I picked those up when I spotted them. I did also pick up the few quests that were scattered about, but I haven’t completed them yet. It was nice to see the zone active, there were people running around all over the place collecting their own frostfell goodies.

I haven’t decided which character I want to play and focus on – a recurring theme in pretty much ALL of my gaming history. I am fairly sure I’m going to use a level 130 boost on a coercer, which is my absolute favourite class to play. I do have a level 120 coercer already, but I’d like to create on the Maj’Dul server. Antonia Bayle has been my home for many many years, but I’m looking for a wee bit more population these days. I have two characters over on Maj’Dul, a level 100 illusionst, and a 120 shadowknight. I need to make a choice ‘soon’ as the next expansion, Rage of Cthurath, launches on December 10th! Exciting times.

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

[Wurm Online] The Blackmoor Christmas Impalong

It’s almost that time! Shrimpiie will be hosting the next Impalong over on the Independence server, along with a whole host players who are helping him get organized. I will be hanging out there with my priest alt, Faralithe, during the week and then during the weekend I hope to make it with Stargrace. I don’t need anything improved, but I do like to work on my own skills while helping out other players. It’s a great way for players from the NFI (northern islands) to pop over and have some times made, since you cannot move items between NFI/SFI.

This is the closest I’ve ever lived to an impalong, and I like that I don’t have to do any traveling to get here because it’s in my back yard. When things get too crowded I can just wander back to my own deed, or if the number of people in local starts to give me a little anxiety. I tend to like things quiet, so we’ll see how long I stick around for.

These events are fantastic for both those looking to raise skills, and those looking to help. It’s a wonderful way to get to know the community that you game with, and there’s always some amazing giveaways and tournaments during the event, too. Impalongs are one of those really unique parts of Wurm Online that really has to be seen in person.

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

[EVE] The Great Odebeinn Yard Sale

Filed by E

I set off from [redacted] with a cup of lukewarm station coffee and absolutely no emotional readiness for what awaited me in Odebeinn. My destination?
My asset safety containers—those last little time capsules of my old life in Pandemic Horde.

And apparently I wasn’t the only one making the pilgrimage.

The system was buzzing when I arrived. You could practically smell the desperation and nostalgia in the air—like a garage sale hosted by people who hadn’t slept since the eviction. Former Horde pilots were lined up at the station like we were waiting for concert tickets:

folks in shuttles
folks in stabbed haulers
folks in ships that looked like they’d been duct-taped together after MTO2
and one guy who was clearly still drunk from the farewell fleet

I grabbed my containers and cracked them open, bracing for impact. Yep—there it was: the strange mix of junk, treasure, and “why did I even own this” that asset safety always dredges up.

A T1 salvager.
Four mismatched drones.
Two cyno generators I absolutely did not need.
A stack of ammo I don’t even use anymore.
And a single, lonely killmail token from… 2019?

Perfect yard sale material.

Around me, the station trade window was flickering nonstop as pilots fire-sold everything that wasn’t bolted down. Prices were dropping faster than my morale during the eviction. The market graph for the day probably looked like a cliff.

I listed my own pile of “please, someone, take this” items, wished them well on their journey to someone else’s hangar, and stepped back to take in the scene.

It was weirdly comforting—this unspoken reunion of evacuees, all of us pretending we were “just liquidating assets” instead of quietly grieving the end of an era. No big declarations, no speeches… just a bunch of ex-Horde nerds pawning off our past for a few ISK and the chance to finally move on.

Once my sell orders were up, I stretched, exhaled, and set course back to [redacted].

Another chapter closed.
Another station cleared.