So I was sitting in a .7 belt in my stealth bomber. Cloaked.

There were some miners in system who had been unpleasant. And there was an Ironfleet can there with some ore they had mined.

I was curious to see whether they would come back for it. (They didn’t.)

I got bored. I blew up some rats. Kaboomski, cheap thrills.

I cloaked again.

I turned my attention to another computer screen.

A long time later, I looked back.

There’s somebody in a frigate, flashing red on my overview. Next to one of my wrecks.

Loot thief? Have I met an enterprising young loot thief?

Maybe there’s hope for the youth of today.

All this passes through my mind as I uncloak, turn on my sensor booster, and start locking. I have nothing but admiration for the aggressive acquisition of loot from whatever source derived, but in EVE the old saying is true: It’s a dog-eat-dog world. And today, my young friend, you seem to wearing a juicy fresh pair of Milk Bone underwears.

Click one cruise launcher. Fly, my pretty, fly true.

Kaboom.

Your Wrath Cruise Missile hits Fett RUS (Ibis), doing 348.7 damage.

Ooops.

Ibis?

Young, I could handle. Valuable lesson and all that. But a baby? Who has (it turned out) been playing less than a day?

My first and only one-shot insta-pop of a player character. Go me.

On the plus side, it was a VERY pretty boom.

I convo’d the guy to apologize and explain, but he seemed not to have any English. So I sent him some ISK for his trouble and went on about my day.

One Response to “Oops, Sorry ‘Bout That”

  1. Brian says:

    Heh, you make me proud- seeing honor among players is something that keeps me playing EvE :D

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