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.
27-04-YC121

Alizabeth is dead!  I heard this morning, though PIE was informed yesterday.  As I was being sick, wondering if my dearest dream was coming true, a Hero of the Empire, Blessed of the Eternal Empress, a person I so dearly want to call my friend, and someone I so thoroughly admire had thrown herself alone into battle against the Heretics.

It was obviously a deliberate suicide.  Oh, Alizabeth, why?  I know you were troubled, but I swear I meant it when I said you deserved happiness, real, proper, true happiness.

I swear before the Eternal Empress, I shall honour Alizabeth's memory.  I erect a small shrine to her in the family chapel, and ask Father Mikhail to say daily prayers.  I swear too that I shall avenge what those foul Heretics did to her body, nailing her up for all to see.  My God, please give me the strength to do this.  I shall never be close to the equal of Alizabeth, never, but I promise I shall do all I can to eradicate the foul stain of Heresy.  We have an operation against another one of their Foward Operating Bases later today - that shall be where my own personal Crusade shall start.

I can write no more.  My mind keep going between the ghastly image of her fate, and the faces of her poor, dear children, and it is too hard to write through the tears.  Oh, Alizabeth, I fear I failed you in life, though you had asked nothing of me.  I shall do all I can to redeem myself to you, I promise, in Her name!
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