Kierkegaard Soren
Eridani Light Horse Battalion
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Posted - 2016.02.03 23:08:00 -
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I was never the most social of players. No major corps, the occassional squad joined, still zero PC experience. I'm very much the Casual Solo Player. That being said, I still felt like Dust was "my game", and it's community was my people. I ask myself often why I even liked this game in the first place; I'm a hard-core RPG/strategy nerd, my gungame is trash and I'm a terrible loser (my gf, forever the understanding one, would look at me worryingly after I'd endured a particularly horrific protostomping episode and tell ask my why I'd play if it made me so angry haha), and I guess, in truth, it's because it gives me the opportunity to do some very special things that are *deeply* satisfying to execute; I think we all play for this reason, though the specifics are unique to each and every one us. For some it's the thrill of the kill streak whilst they're knee-deep in the corpses of their own making, for others it's the drill and the trill of the sound that marks yet another high-calibre round punched clean through an unsuspecting merc's skull some four hundred meters away, whilst for some it's the constant feed of warpoints flashing up on the HUD as the twin beams, the links, the needles and the nanos sing in quiet, bustling harmony.
For me, it was that achingly long moment between the PLC round ejecting itself from the barrel of my gun like an obese, surly bee and tracing an arc towards a tank full of it's own sense of immortality and potency and the point at which the two collided and I was rewarded with that exquisite "scru-WUNCH!" sound, a ball of fire and a fat chunk of WP. Always an amazing feeling, and against some tankers, quite the achievement. That is my reason. I won't find that anywhere else. That is saddening.
Players? So many. Here are the ones I remember well enough now to mention.
Lone Wolf, you were my accepted nemesis. I'd wish you to go in peace, but that would surely be a tragic waste of your talents. Sedat Berat, your name is what I'll use to scare my children when they misbehave at bedtime, you wonderful, monstrous slayer. Aero Yassavi, the quiet voice of reason. I still remember that one match we played with Fire of Prometheus when we all suited up in Amarrando suits, way before the commando was graced with racial parity and any kind of competitive viability, and we assaulted a point in a domination game with such ferocity the three us pushed the entirity of the enemy team out of the complex and towards the redline. The moment we were leap-frogging each other as we pushed in and out of cover, combat rifles tearing suits to pieces before us, is literally burned into my brain. "You guys are just amazing", or words to that effect. Cheers :)
Pokey, Daaaa Beast, Cat Merc, Wyrmspire, forum warriors of renown the lot of you. Sometimes this community is its own worst enemy, but people such as yourselves showcased the best, or at least most creatively trolly, sides of band of fools.
And finally, CCP themselves. I bear you no ill-will. Between EvE and Dust you've been a part of my life for nearly ten years, and the world you have built is truly special. And unique. But mostly horrible and unfair. I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you for trying with Dust. It was mad, this idea, and far too big in ambition and scope for this platform, but I am deeply glad that it happened here, like this, because I would not have played it otherwise, and I wouldn't have found my competitive nature nor developed my taste for plasma-induced explosions. I would have missed out on all of that, and what a tragedy that would have been.
So thank you. Thank you everyone, and goodbye. I'll be playing until we close, solo, hunting and raging and making sh*t explode quite gloriously.
:)
Dedicated Commando.
"He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing."
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