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.
13-11-YC121

As I knew I would, I had nightmares, and did not sleep well.  I do not recall my dreams clearly, only shadowy figures and half-heard, unsettling noises.  Perhaps there is something unpleasant at work, an Unclean Force, or perhaps it is my own inner Darkness uncoiling again.  I shall not be dissuaded from my Pilrimage, neither by man nor by daemon.

I left the Ministry of War station and visited the nearby Memorial in Andrub first.  The Drifters had long gone, continuing whatever mysterious business they had.  I offered my prayers to the Martyrs again, my thoughts drawn to their sacrifice, defending our home against unwarranted Tribal aggresson.  I am reminded that there is always, always more that I can give.

I then travelled to the Memorial in Nishah, once again praying to the Souls of the Martyrs, entreating that they should look well upon my future endeavours, that they shall lend me their strength and fortitude in my times of need.

 The final Memorial, to the innocent victims of brutal Tribal terrorism, is in Pashanai.  My route took my through the State, and despite the solemnity of my journey, I could not help but think, briefly, of Commander Adams.  I am sure he would have some flippant comment on my Pilgrimage.  How different things might have been, but that is the past, and I cannot think on it.  My route also took my briefly through the Federation.  Of course their laughably impotent Navy made some vague empty threats at my presence, but Dido is more than capable of outrunning anything they have.

I reached the Memorial in Pashanai to find more Drifter Battleships there.  Perhaps they were the same ones from Andrub, but it is irrelevant.  I ignored them and prayed for the Souls of the Fallen Innocent, at Peace now in the Presence of God.  In some ways the wounds are healed, or at least physical damage is repaired, but Justice is still to be done.  So long as one enemy remains alive to threaten our Empire, we cannot rest.  All must be brought before the Judgement of God.  On that day, we, the Truly Faithful, shall rejoice.




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