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.
02-06-YC122

The news that Raravoss has fallen to the Triglavians is sweeping through the station.  That is not strictly true, at least as I write this, but I fear that it may be true before long.  To think that there are those amongst us who would betray their own species to the vermin.  I can only pray that the invaders commit their own betray and these human traitors suffer a painful and agonising death for what they have done.

It is said that the invaders are interested in only particular types of star, which, it seems, Raravoss is cursed with.  But how often in history have invaders settled for just one small patch of territory?  Now that they have discovered there is a stratum of sub-human filth who would wilfully and fawningly do the bidding of their alien masters, they will seek to spread.  Who is to say that they cannot harness the power of other types of star.  It is true, the invaders are a plague send by God to punish us, a scourge on humanity.

Help me God.  Eternal Empress have Mercy.  I despair.  I feel such hopelessness.  I am trying to be strong in my Faith, but I fear it is not strong enough.  Even with the help of my tincture my nerves are frayed.  That is why I committed that outburst against Arrendis.  I have, of course, apologised, and she accepted it.  I was, I admit, not expecting her to be so understanding, but perhaps that merely shows my own weakness contrasted with her strength.

There must be a way, through Prayer and Faith.  I have only to be strong, and I shall try to be.  I can see the strain on my family, on Mama and Papa and my brothers, and yet they do not buckle and crack as I do.  Koyla, Dear Kolya, is my anchor.  He should be the heir to this family, not I.

The invaders are advanced in their technology, but God would not create them to be invincible.  It is a test for the Faithful, and there must be a way to pass the test.  The enemy must be prone to at least one mistake, the must have at least one flaw that can be exploited.  Perhaps their tactics? Perhaps their strategy?

The Faithful shall survive, and I shall pray for them to do so.
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