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.
06-01-YC122

The latest assault has been the Tribals' most determined yet, but again God granted us Victory.  Hard won, and we are now less than 60, but so long as our Faith and Determination remain, we shall succumb easily.  We all look like creatures of nightmare, Skarbniki made flesh, punishing those who trespass in our cthonic realm. There is not one of us who is not a bloodied, dust-covered, torn apparition.  The troops think I do not know, but I have heard them call me the Mistress of the Mine and Nocnitsa, because it is a dark as night down here.  Such a silly conceit, but these may be our last few days or even hours, so what harm shall it do for us to give ourselves epithets that no-one shall ever know.    One thing that shall remain beyond us, at least until the Tribals destroy it, is the image of The Eternal Empress some of the troops have sketched on the wall of a tunnel.  It gives is Strength and Hope to have Her watch over us, and we know our souls shall be in her care, whatever happens.  If the Tribals come again, this shall be the site of our last stand, and we shall make them pay a heavy price.  If they remain as predictable as they have been, then we have a few hours to set the last of our surprises.  Hopefully they bring their camera drones again that there may be a chance other see how furiously the Faithful fight.  No-one shall dare call deSilvestris Household forces cowards!
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