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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Now, how they come crawling.  After all the bile and venom, weak as it was, that they tried to spit at me, how they come crawling.  Vess, suddenly polite and respectful, asking if they may be permitted to collect their fallen.  God forgive my weakness, but the Unclean Force within cries out to make them beg for my indulgence.  Yet such is not the way it should be.  The Eternal Empress would not have taken such a wicked course, and I pray to Her to give me the Spiritual strength to follow her example.  What would it achieve but to paint myself in the twisted shadows in which the Tribals try portray me anyway?  What would it gain but to play into their image of me as an Amarrian monster.  Besides, that Vess is even asking shows to all who can see that she, Arrendis and all their spiteful ilk have completed their own self-humilation.

I shall be stronger, better than that.  I shall look to the Honour of Blessed Alizabeth, the Virtue of The Eternal Empress, and the Guiding Light of God.  I shall not give my enemies, the enemies of Amarr, the enemies of God, any of what they ask for, but nor shall I be the chort that they so dearly wish me to be.
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