"Rixx, I am sorry I stooped to a level that is unbecoming of EvE celebrities, nay a human being. What I said on Twitter was mean and hurtful and I apologize."
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
So I don’t usually do this kind of thing but there is one candidate with a vision that affects me and therefore I will make this public recommendation. I run 4 accounts so my votes will be split; Xander will receive some coz he is a cool dude, Mangala and Sugar Kyle will get some as will some of the other lowsec related CSM candidates.
My main votes this year however will go to Bam Stroker, let me explain why;
The main reason I play this game is for the community that it has created and maintains. EVE Community is the best, it’s the reason I returned and still play the game, it’s the reason I do #EVE_NT.
Despite EVE having created and harbouring some of the worst of humanity we also have the most helpful, caring and genuine people in any game-community. Specifically the unique game style and the fact that we create our own content have pushed all of us to work together for common goals in and out of game. Organising #EVE_NT and attending other great events in real life has shown me how well eve-players get on and show how much passion we all have for this wonderful game and the other people with the same hobby.
Bam has chosen not to go with all the other CSM candidates that will continue the fight from the usual angles and game-play problems and improvements. Bam will be fighting for all of us in a different way, by strengthening the community aspect of EVE.
CCP has been great in the support of out-of-game events and specifically CCP Guard has been a pioneer in improving the relations and contact between organisers and developers. We still have a way to go to make this even better and I see no better way of doing this than having a CSM member stepping up to make this so.
I wish you all the best Bam and I hope you do well in your endeavours, maybe next year I will stand beside you and we can both fight the same fight!
Posted by Nashh Kadavr at 03:13
Friday, 20 February 2015
In the boardroom adjacent to his office, the entire management team sat waiting, some more patient than others.
With a gentle woosh the door opened and Shabana entered, indicating Nashh would not be far behind. Commander Known rose from his seat, prompting Lazy to call him a brown nose.
The Bastard CEO entered the room, still on his NEO-com finishing a conversation. Surveying the room he nodded for Known to take a seat before thanking Shabana and handing her the NEO-com as she departed.
'Thank you for your patience, and apologies for my absence, I had some personal matters to attend to'.
'First of all I want to congratulate you all for your efforts in this...' Nashh gestured dismissively with his hands ..'war..' 'The positive kill ratio in the face of higher attendance by the enemy, clearly shows our superior strength'
'I appreciate the propaganda war is not easy, facing this fake messiah, but I am pleased you all kept to the truth, and that..' Nashh jabbed a finger at the large oak table, 'that is what people will remember'.
Ithica Hawk smiled, knowing that his CEO referred to his efforts in keeping the truth in the public eye, fighting injustice with his pen.
The mood turned a little darker as Nashh reclined in his seat and went silent before continuing.
'Earlier this month..' Nashh had to clear his throat, 'we lost a dear friend…. permanently'.
The room remained quiet and several of the Directors stared at their feet. Everyone had heard about Lex Fasces, some knew him personally, not all enjoyed his company, but all had learned to respect him.
'To send him off in the best way possible, and to celebrate Lex's time in New Eden, The Renegades under command of CyberTen will lead a roam tomorrow evening'.
On the far side of the table Marco cracked a smile, remembering some of the stupid shit he had experienced with Lex.
Nashh continued; 'The Frosties will attend this roam..'
Several heads turned and jaws dropped, but none had the courage to interrupt a stern-faced Nashh.
'Starting noon tomorrow until noon the following day, we will observe a truce with ABA, so both parties can partake in this send-off'.
Nashh observed the faces of his friends around the table, some looked disapproving.
'This is not negationable, not following this direct command will result in immediate dismissal'. 'Spread the word gentlemen, you are dismissed...'
For some moments in life there are no words.
RIP Lex Fasces
Posted by Nashh Kadavr at 04:19
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
‘Stabber near top station’ Derothar crackled over the radio, ‘gonna check it out’.
A moment passed before he returned with good news; ‘its Rixx guys, I am going in’ Derothar sounded excited about using his Vexor against the bane of Isho. Confident in his skills Dero launched drones and opened fire with his blasters. Rounds of antimatter crashed into the Minmatar cruiser as mixed flight of drones settled in a comfortable orbit before opening fire.
‘Has he aggressed?’ Lazy demanded, keen not to waste his time warping over for the target to just dock up safely.
‘Roger on my way’
Bastard director Lazy did not want to waste the opportunity to get a Rixx Javix kill-mail and brought out his favourite Machariel. Over the years Lord Lazy had grown a particular dislike towards Rixx and despite being curbed by his CEO to keep smack-talk to a minimum, killing him was never discouraged. He chuckled to himself as the warp-tunnel collapsed behind him and target-lock began resolving, this stabber was done for.
‘Drake drake drake!’ Derothar shouted over comms, ‘it’s neutral, do I engage?’
‘No I got this’ Lazy smiled as the Stabber piloted by Rixx erupted and sprayed wreckage over the undock, neither Derothar nor Lazy found the time to catch the escape capsule.
‘Drake secondary’ Lazy commanded as superheated rounds of EMP smashed deep into the Drakes toughened shields.
‘Watch your range Lazy, he is burning for you’ Derothar noted, ‘Domi undocking, and another Drake, watch your six Lazy!’
‘Fuck he has a scram, I am scrammed, nail this fucker now!’ Lazy sounded a little worried now his Battleship was unable to propel itself to a safer distance.
Station security had already begun firing at Lord Lazy for his unauthorised aggression on the Caldari battlecruiser and despite having powerful resists the Machariel started to take more damage than the shields could handle.
‘I cant tank this much longer, are you going to be able to get out?
Lazy did not respond, rage started to build deep within him, fucking pirates with positive security status, what a joke. He knew he was doomed as Derothar exploded just off his starboard side.
‘Good fight!’ Rixx Javix laughed over the local radio, just before re-appearing from the station in an Atron class frigate.
Despite best efforts and the Drake succumbing to extensive autocannon fire, Lazy knew this was the end of his beloved boat. A bright blue explosion briefly lit up the side of the station before covering it in dust and wreckage.
Nashh Kadavr laboriously studied some documents before signing them and filing them in the trays on his desk. He did not like to be disturbed unannounced and nobody ever had, not twice at least.
Lord Lazyghost did not care for this and burst into the room before pacing up to Nashh’s large oak desk. Without pause he loudly planted a battle report in front of his CEO and slammed his fist on top.
Nashh slowly sat back in his leather chair, his frown relaxing as he saw the anger on Lazy’s face. Lazy being angry is not something new to him and most of the time he would simply ignore it. Bulging, bloodshot eyes peered deep into his own, something was different about Lazy.
‘So?’ Nashh started off whilst picking up a cigar from a drawer. ‘You died, what’s the big fucking deal?’
‘Positive sec’ Lazy hissed between his teeth.
The sulphur tip from the match crackled, before lighting the cigar between Nashh’s lips. A large, grey plume of smoke separated the men momentarily. Nashh waved his hand dismissively to encourage more words from Lazy’s mouth.
Lazy whispered with venom and anger in his voice; ‘War, I demand we declare war’
A stern look formed slowly on the CEO’s face as he contemplated his options for a moment. Two thin trails of smoke escaped from his nose as he looked up from the battle-report to his friend in front of the desk.
Nashh nodded ... ‘make it so…’
Posted by Nashh Kadavr at 02:48