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.
18-03-YC121

God Preserve Us All!

News has just broken of the most horrific, vile attack by the Blood Raiders in Anath.  They say the entire population of Ca'lik'bar, every man, woman, and child, every living creature, as been taken, who knows where, and God alone knows what hideous fate.  It is so so hard to write this through the sting of tears.

My God!  Why do You test My Beloved Empire, My Motherland, so sorely?  What wickedness have we wrought unthinking, with what failure have we stumbled, that we are beset without and within by the fearsome agents of the Deceiver?  What must we do to earn again your Love and Compassion?  What must I do?

I shall devote myself as a Weapon of God.  As My Eternal Empress named Herself Sword of the Righteous, so shall I be, wielded by my betters.  I shall be both Sword and Shield - Sword that our enemies all about shall be laid low, Shield that those I Love, all that I hold dear and cherish, shall be protected.

My Darling Constantin!  They shall want me in the new warzone, and I think I shall be parted from you for some time now.  I must see you one last time before I go, and so I shall leave for Nakri this very night, that I may be with, lie with you in God's Love, one more time before I must become God's Instrument.

I feel that Darkness within stirring again, awoken by anger and pain.  Yet I shall find strength from it, and courage.  I am weak and frail, as nothing when compared to Alizabeth, or Aldrith, or any of the officers of PIE or LUMEN, but I shall harness My Shadow, kindle the rage within that it may burn our enemies with its fury, and though I may die a thousand times, a thousand times I shall be reborn, to be reused, until either our enemies or I are no more.  Perhaps both.

Yet before this, I shall give a piece of myself to Constantin, that no matter what happens, he shall always have me near.  It is but the most pitiful token for the man who is my Everything.
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