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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The scouts suggest that the enemy are preparing for another assault.  The Company now down to just over 100 strong, from 150, if it is of any significant force, we may not be able to repulse it, though we have prepared plenty of unpleasant surprises for them, and have fortified as well as we are able.  Enough of the locals have armed themselves to bring our total strength back to around 140, but I would rather that all those unwilling or unable to fight were evacuated.  The only way to that, of course, is by the graces of the enemy.

Contact is intermittent and sparse.  I suspect the enemy may be jamming our communications.  I will attempt to make contact with some of the more influential Tribal commanders, perhaps through the IGS, to see if a truce can be arranged to allow the evacuation of civilians.  Perhaps in the spirit of Yoiul they will be willing.  Perhaps not.  I can only try, and put my pray to God that they are moved to kindness and charity.

Yuill.  I did not think this is how I would spend it.  I miss my family, and Lilya.  I hope she is not fretting too much.  I pray that Ishta has managed to locate Sasha.  Yet, I look around me at the tired, but determined faces of this Company, and I see that we are united in Faith, resolved before God.  Even those who are wounded have said they do not wish to leave, even if I am able to get an agreement.

This is another kind of family, and at this moment, I would not give them up for all the Treasures of Heaven.
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