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Gods Architect
SVER True Blood
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2013.08.28 06:04:00 -
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Its like a children's book we've all read before, or what was like an old chapter book you read over and over to grasp its meaning and understand its knowledge. But we've grown up now. You merc's showed promise at one point, when your light was still bright. When the word honor and status shined in the cracks of money.
Do you remember what you came here for? Do you remember why you picked your suit? Why chose your weapon? Why you followed your corp into hell? Do you remember? Or the money that made you betray? Was it the lost of glory that made you close hells gate leaving the rest to die?
Do you even remember the person you were before you became great? Before you punished the noobs with your OP weapons? Before you them robbed of their isk as if it was only pocket change in PC? Before you gain the right to put on the proto armor, do you even remember what you were?
The world is now a shadow of what you allowed to become. Before you allowed the money and the fame to rob you of you humanity. But were you even human to began with? Did COD drain you? Did BF3 allow you betray?
War never changes. You have you generals, your spies, and your soldiers. But now I see you've banned together to face a common threat. To face the gods and attempt to rob them of their thrones. Now you bombard them, now you attack them, now you try to take what you believe you've earned.
As you're blood creates an ocean. As your isk forms a void. As try to remember why you were great. Don't you remember?
You were great from all lives you're butchered. You were great from corporations you've ended. You were great for isk gained and stole. From the friendships you've bonded and destroyed. From the God's you made and the kingdoms you demolished. Where without sacrifice you can never hope to change anything.
You are in New Eden... Do you remember?
Edit (This was a war room post but I just wanted to see what GD people will say, have fun) |
Chit Hoppened
Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendors
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Posted - 2013.08.28 06:14:00 -
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Heavy words for this small time mercenary. I can't remember what pushed me into New Eden. The fortune and fame are sure nice, but wasn't there something more? There HAD to be something more. War takes many tolls on a clone yet I keep investing ISK to wage on. Was it something from one of many battlefield losses that changed my mind or maybe the call of duty of my kind is something that I didn't want to blindly follow anymore? I may never remember why I chose my new path, but it is one I will never turn back on. |
calvin b
Molon Labe.
RISE of LEGION
420
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Posted - 2013.08.28 06:24:00 -
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Sorry clones do not have feelings. |
Booby Tuesdays
Ahrendee Mercenaries
EoN.
304
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Posted - 2013.08.28 06:26:00 -
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I remember the first time I hopped in a rail turret and kept firing at the MCC. I remember my first corp, a bunch of noobs having fun and learning how the game was meant to be played (you know who you are  ). I remember growing and maturing as this game has done the same. I remember calling in my first orbital strike, I remember my first Corp Battle. I remember my first time as a LogiBro topping the leaderboards, while going 3-7. I remember finding out my Logi suit wasn't relegated to a sidearm (thanks a lot stock CCP logi fit from Open Beta/Chrome). I remember finding out I had free hummers with machine guns. I remember becoming the merc that I am today. I remember realizing how much I enjoyed this game, after months of waiting and hoping a F2P MMOFPS would actually pan out. I remember every "OP weapon and game breaking glitch" since I've been here. I still don't regret one minute of the time I've spent in New Eden. |
Sgt Kirk
SyNergy Gaming
EoN.
1343
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Posted - 2013.08.28 06:55:00 -
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I remember my First Corp, Planetary Response, lolz.
When I first started this game I loved being Logistics, that was back when we only had the Minmatar Logistics.
The first time I got my hands on a proto suit I was ecstatic, it was such an accomplishment.
The first time I fired a Duvolle back before they had damage reduced was unbelievable, The Proto AR was silver back then and hit like a Balac's GAR-21, while the Balac's AR back then could solo and entire squad with ease.
I miss being a logi above all. |
Michael Arck
sephiroth clones
D.E.F.I.A.N.C.E
681
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Posted - 2013.08.28 07:36:00 -
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I remember staring at the character screen, thinking of demigods and tales of warriors that I have read about since my youth. I wanted a character that I would immerse myself in. Names are powerful and I felt I must do my character justice. An image of Kratos popped into my head. But the name didn't sit right. Then I seen that painting of Archangel Michael with his sword in the air and his foot upon Lucifer's face. Yes, his name shall be Michael Arck.
I remember hacking a CRU in my first battle, not knowing its purpose or what it did. As I ignorantly explored the battlegrounds, the planet awakened to my new arrival and petitioned to my enemies to destroy this Arck character. I remember dying plenty. I remember slowly watch my skill progression rise. I remember squandering my skill points not knowing what the heck was going on.
I remember quitting after the first 5 days of Dust, frustrated that my buttocks were being handed to me. I remember thinking about Dust while away from the PS3 and feeling that I should get back into it. I couldn't let New Eden beat me. And I missed it.
I remember being a loner until a member from my corporation found me. He played heavy and I stuck by him, realizing the power in our combination. He peppered and I mopped up. He said I should apply and I did. They showed me the ropes. Helped me create the Michael Arck that I imagined. A ferocious arm of due justice. I've been with the corporation working to help it rise ever since.
I remember feeling stupid when I thought swarms had dummy lock ons. I remember rectangle reticules on ARs. That first time that I got a GEK. I remember that day when I finally realized I wasn't just a scrub anymore. Or that pistol as my secondary wasn't a good fit and the secret of the SMG, was. I remember hauling ass when it came to laser rifles. They were everywhere!!! I remember breaking 1 mil ISK and that day that I got 1 mil SP. I was so proud. I remember hearing guys talk on comms "We should go for Alpha, that's our best bet" and realizing that this game isn't your average, lets run around and shoot people while snort coke type gameplay. Guys were organized and had a plan of attack. It got me more serious in my approach to skirm matches. I remember loathing the PFHBz and Try Harder0 (I think that was his name). I remember blowing up my CEOs dropship. They sniped him and he asked me to get the dropship before they get hack it. I instantly crashed. I felt bad. So I repaid him for the dropship. I remember getting stomped in my second PC battle. And I do mean stomped. I remember being angry at myself for not leading my squad properly.
Sometimes you just don't realize how far you've come until you take a look back... |
broonfondle majikthies
P.O.N.A.G.S.
D.E.F.I.A.N.C.E
203
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Posted - 2013.08.28 08:24:00 -
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Pepperidge Farm remembers... +Æ_+ô |
HYENAKILLER X
TEAM SHINOBI
225
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Posted - 2013.08.28 08:55:00 -
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When I first dropped down in N E I wanted war. I wasnt the other soldiers. They wanted reknown for duty. They wanted isk. In their hearts they left their homes so that in some way they could return reconsiled and proven. I left angry, I left bitter. I had nothing to prove. Jail and debt ever loomed over me as I avoided my true self. I spent too much time avoiding trouble. Thats not me. Not one person who knows me would say that. That was never my style. I knew if I stayed any longer death or jail or even worse, resignation would happen.So I joined.
As a gallente soldier its not my job to care. My job is put ordinance down range where its supposed to be. I dont play politics, I dont sugar coat and I dont apologize. I dont like 95% of the people I meet and I dont have to act like it. They dont have to like me and its not like I give a **** anyways.
Funny how the gallente sacrifice all for personal freedom and liberty, they love peace and order, but for all the talk and show the truest of liberties only exist in their wars. I know now I will never be this free again. I am free to hate and fight and speak. You can search the galaxy and find far more rewarding burdens, but no greater freedom exists in this life than what I see now.
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Kasote Denzara
A Vulture
209
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Posted - 2013.08.28 09:31:00 -
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The call of the mercenary is not of feeling. It's the killing. ISK? Fuel for our suits, our guns, our need to put the other into the ground. Whether one came for money or fame, it doesn't matter in the end. You don't fight, you don't get money. You don't get money, you don't fight.
The means is different, but the result is the same. Someone has to lose for someone else to succeed.
I came here only to kill. I may bide my time gathering the means to amass the ability to use weapons, but never forget I've stockpiled many for use one day. It may not be my bullet to put someone down, but it has to be done. Whether I'm out on the front as a heavy or scout, or in the back patching everyone up as the logi, someone has to go down or surely I will.
Whether a win or a loss, I am a mercenary. I'm paid to fight to kill my enemy, not feel pity for him. If his gun is empty, mine surely won't be.
In the end, it's all about the fighting. It's why we here. |
KGB Sleep
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
106
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Posted - 2013.08.28 10:08:00 -
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I remember very little. My memory hides from my fragile brain lost in the explosions. The never ending gunfire mimics the flash of light every time I'm reborn and regain my vision. The wires in my dropsuit scrape and scathe translucent skin that has never seen the sun. Nor will it ever see light until the hot flash of plasma rips it from my bones. My memory fades with each rebirth. What little I remember is disorienting like a hall of mirrors. The pain of failing inertial dampeners searing my left arm and hand into a smoldering withered branch. Was that really me or just some tale I heard on the warbarge? Was it me who fell out of the CRU with a defective rotten body, blind in both eyes in the middle of a firefight? Was it me fumbling for my neocom trying to regain my vision only to feel the tires of a vehicle crush my spine into dust?
Sometimes I feel like there's someone else in here with me. I thought it was the suit at first, with its predictive technology but no, there is something else. Something hurls me into harm's way, compels me to shut down Null Cannons when I can clearly see the Remote Explosive staring back at me. What is this thing that moves me? Come to think of it, when have I ever chosen anything? Who put this rifle in my hand? Who is the voice in my head as I lay dying? The one that always says...."Welcome to New Eden"? |
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General John Ripper
The Generals
EoN.
2060
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Posted - 2013.08.28 10:15:00 -
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My greatest memories all involve tacos. |
Sgt Kirk
SyNergy Gaming
EoN.
1348
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Posted - 2013.08.28 10:21:00 -
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General John Ripper wrote:My greatest memories all involve tacos.
Dude you have no idea.
The best food I'v ever had in my life was at a Taco Stand in Atlanta Georgia. Oh my god, it was amazing.
and I never got the name of the stand :'(.
It just wasn't meant to be |
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