You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
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A blockade!  How pathetic.  As if stitched-together Tribal rustbuckets could possibly stand against the Divine might of the Golden Fleet.  If we required trade with either the Republic or the Federation, the Imperial Navy could simply sweep both of them aside and force open their markets.  It is lucky for them they have nothing we want.

I had another nightmare last night.  Memories of my Time Away.  I know She keeps me safe now, but still the thoughts creep through.  The faces, the names, the things they did.  I shall never truly be free of them, but I have found such strength since joining PIE.

Father seconded some of the Household Guards to assist ground operations today.  I do hope they all come back intact.  Such a small contingent when compared to The Newelle Household Cavalry or other prestigious units, of course, but still we do our part.
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