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.

 19-07-YC123

Coming to the warzone was the correct course of action.  I have felt much better since I arrived.  Not only that, but I have, at least in a small way, done my duty.  I have assisted in patrols, and now even have a kill to my name - with Aldrith's help.  I helped in the liberation of Brin, and now we have gone even further.

The entire warzone belongs to Amarr! Praise the Empress!  With the help of God and The Eternal Empress we have pushed the Tribals back to their holes.  I pray we can go further and wipe the misbegotten abortion they call a government from New Eden.

I should be elated, and in part I am, but I am also very uncomfortable.  Something gnaws at me, an instinctive doubt and suspicion.  I worry about the situation at home.  Since I transferred to the new Praetorian station in Floseswin I cannot push from my mind my concerns over Ishta.  What exactly are her intentions?  For a former slave, and one with such a destructive, rebellious streak, to wield such influence - no, that does not seem at all well.  I cannot for a moment accept the empty-headed rhetoric of Nauplius, but perhaps, in a way, he is correct, that there is something wrong in the Empire.  Perhaps we  have been too liberal.

God grant me peace of mind.  I pray I do not return home to find I have made a horrid mistake in trusting Ishta.  I pray I have a home to return to!

I think I would rather just remain here.

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