Monday, 24 September 2012

Can I haz new forum sig yo?

So Ana has been bored at RL work again lately and produced some of his finest signatures to date. Time for me to get a fresh one too then plz.

For contract work plz mail Anabaric ingame or on to discuss prices.

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Crime pays.

Crime does pay.

I have been scammed in eve on many occasions, I have been duped so many times, all because I am a gullible fool that wants to believe people don’t mean to be horrible creatures and sell Ravens instead of Navy Ravens.

In RL I am a truly honest person; I have morals and dislike, no, despise those that lie to me or those I care about. Regardless; years of eve life and seeing betrayals, back stabs, lies and deceit in many forms made me wonder if I can do the same. I have thought out many market related tricks that in theory may or may not have worked but would require a sizable investment. Certainly not something I could risk or would borrow the isk for. I have tried scams that have been done before but I lack the patience and have failed.

On a boring afternoon early this summer I tried something against my better judgement and this here blog post is my confession. 

I want to start off by apologising for those that I hurt in the process and those that may now think less of me. Some that wished me well in my endeavours and gave their support have been let down and betrayed. To all those hurt by my actions; I am sorry, I hope you can forgive me.


Supercapitals in Shadow Cartel alliance come and go. Some buy them but sell them again sometime later. We have corps join for a few months adding to our arsenal but then leaving again. We are after all a low sec pvp corp and supercaps haven’t found a regular spot in our tactics. 

Early this summer an alliance buddy sold a supercap and events surrounding the sale prompted me to contact sellers and buyers offering a 3rd party service for their supers. From the start I had no intention to actually complete any sale at all, I simply expected no results at all or maybe a quick 10 or 15 bil fluke before the thing collapsed.

Some alliance members laughed off my clear scam and took the piss out of my attempt. Some genuinely believed my initial attempts and pledged their honest support publicly on the forums. Nothing happened. My forum post was shot down within seconds of posting it. Haters of Shadow, haters of me; posted their rubbish and lies making me look bad before I even completed a single fake sale. The game was up before I even started.

Or was it? 3 weeks later. A random eve mail resulted in an actual sale of a super. 15 bil was my asking price and after getting the seller in system, next to the pos with the Nyx, and making my wallet go blinkyblink the poor bugger was terminated. Permanently it appears, as the character he came to collect the Nyx with and the character that paid me have since been deleted.

I am a bad man. The lowest of the low.

I felt bad. And good. My heart was racing like one of the best fights I had ever had. That sucker believed a complete stranger (he hadn’t heard of Nashh Kadavr before) and handed over 15 billion isk, just like that. 

A week later and after spending a few hours mailing potential targets I got another mail requesting me to be the third party for a buyer made up. This poor bugger had a Wyvern for sale and I agreed an 18 billion buyout price and a pickup in a system of his choosing.

Granted the guy was a complete fool and clearly had a level of trust not suitable for a supercap pilot but it was like taking candy from a baby. I instructed him to complete the deal in his pos, mainly to make him feel more safe, but he didn’t have one so we agreed a deep-safe trade. Deep to him was 1 AU from the sun, sigh. I asked him to uncloak the Wyvern, so the ‘buyer’ could see it before he would transfer the isk. Instead the guy ejected, leaving the Wyvern afloat in space, without me ever notifying I had even received the isk. 

Being unable to fly a Wyvern I had brought along an accomplice to pilot it for me and with him triple boxing a fight elsewhere at the same time I yelled over comms to board the vacant Super next him and jump out to our emergency cyno.

The wyvern pilot shed many a tear unsure who the thief was, the ‘buyer’ or me as the third party. A week passed and another EVE player bit the dust, not returning to the game. 

Yes, I am evil, pure evil.

Within 48 hours of the Wyvern  scam another Nyx pilot agreed a 15 billion for a ship that would never actually change hands. The fucker threathened all sorts of bad things to be done to family and friends and reporting to so and so and you know blah blah.

Old news buddy. You are poorer, I am richer. Just quit already.


All this comes at a price to me as well of course. I had to pay out 7 billion in fees agreed with super pilots, either those presenting a Nyx in space for 15 minutes or the Wyvern pilot who had to sit in the Wyvern for nearly 2 weeks before we could shift it.

I had to pay off the alliance for not kicking my corp for my actions. Shadow Cartel, Baggins, the old guard, non agreed with my dealings. Thievery and dishonesty is a big no no in our group and rightly so. We honour our word, it is what makes us. 5 billion in fees to the alliance kitty buys enough friends to let a few supercap-scams slip through the net and be ignored. Mostly at least, some still have not forgiven me.

Other than that I have given those most loyal to me and my corps causes a Faction battleship and or isk in equivalent.Three bil to the Alliance Tourny kitty, a billion here or there to fund our own corps wallet, a few new shiny boats and before you know it you are broke again, like it never happened.

I can’t lie; the rush became an addiction and I have put some considerable efforts into doing more scams although non have worked since that last Nyx. Non will happen anymore either. Too many of the people I care about disliked my scams and I have upset people I care about. I don’t feel the least bit bad for the guys I scammed though, let that be clear. Nashh Kadavr is an evil fucking bastard.

For all your third party needs please contact Chribba only.

Or me…

Monday, 10 September 2012

Not dead yet...

Those closer around me have known for a few weeks now that I am scaling down my EVE activities. Real life has me by the balls after taking on a new job that is all consuming. In planet-side life I manage restaurants and after relative freedom over the last 5 years I have started back at a 2 Michelin starred restaurant. Working in an environment as elitist as that requires all my strength, physically and mentally to perform at the standards demanded.  The little free time I get off is spend with my 2 children first, then if I am lucky some with the wife as well. With those priorities set, EVE will take a back seat for the next 12 months or so and I have decided to close two of my three accounts.

Kadavr corporations spans across three corps and each have been securily placed in the hands of those that are best qualified. Kirith Kodachi solely runs Kadavr Crimson Guard and my good friend Beaute has taken over as CEO of my Wormhole Corporation; Kadavr Conglomorate. MrMaax has stepped up to a director level in the Black Guards and Anabaric has kindly taken over as CEO.

I have sold off my alts on other accounts and closed off all other accounts other than Nashh himself. To reduce my efforts outside of game I have closed my Gmail, twitter and Facebook accounts. Those I want to stay in contact with have my RL Facebook details or those that want to stay in touch can mail me in-game to swap details. The blog is up and will remain here as I still have posts to make. This being the first of a few this month.

The source of my isk shall be discussed in posts to come perhaps but it is safe to say I am very comfortable in that department. With 5 billion in loans still to be returned to me I am sitting on 25 billion liquid isk, 25 billion in ship hulls and 20 billion in fittings. I love the game and I love the guys I play with and when I log in I intend to just undock in whatever required and participate as much as I can. 

Maybe I’ll return to full active duty in 12 months who knows.

I aint dead yet bitches…

Friday, 7 September 2012


 Copy pasted from Anabarics personal logs;

Anabaric looked over the data slates piled high on his desk, yes it really was his desk now. Nashh's name had been partially scratched off the door by Maax, who after getting bored half way was now shouting things at the new recruits.

Nashh's sudden retirement had left the corp in a bit of shock, but the manner of leaving was typical;
The data slate with the note hadn't been found for three days, without realising it was actually important Anabaric had been using it as a coaster for his Q-Zero, it was only when Maxx pried the sticky slate off the ready room table did the message from Nashh flash up on the screen.

"Have run out of rum going planetside, back sooner or later (maybe). Made you Boss, left you something in the kitty for expenses."

Anabaric read the message again, before putting the slate down on the his desk. It really was his desk now, Nashh obviously wasn't coming back any time in the near future, and the slate had gone on to suggesting a few changes to the corp branding, but those could wait a while. There was no hurry.

The pile of slates in his new office was simply staggering, unpaid bills, impounded ships, the repairs to the docking clamps from Nashh's most recent departure, these would all have to be dealt with in time. For now Anabaric lazed in the worn out leather chair looking out over the KBG hanger, still a hive of activity as the new recruits were still moving in. Recruitment was going quite well, 3 promising recruits in as many days, but more were still needed to drive the corp forward.

Home is what you make of it he thought to himself, of all the stations Anabaric had lived in over the last few years this one felt the most like home, it wasn't the hanger itself or good hunting in the local asteroid belts, it was the people he shared it with. They were the ones who'd put the holes in the walls, spilt the Quafe on the floor, and were hard at work screaming at the recruits, or hauling ammunition and equipment ready for the next roam.

The neo-comm chimed with a new message to alliance, time to go, time to fight with friends.