[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.

[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.