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.

 27-07-YC123


I find myself unable to care at the news about Nauplius' latest threatened atrocity.  I should care, I imagine, but I do not.  It is just another part of an endless, now meaningless, cycle.  The Unclean Force comes upon me once again and my mind is plagued with the bleakest of outlooks.  We, the Empire, ought to make use of this useful idiot, but we do not.  There shall undoubtedly be reprisals against anyone with even the vaguest connection to the Empire, and is there ever a better reason to secure the safety of Her Imperial Majesty's loyal subjects?  We could justify annexing the entire warzone, but every weak-willed pacifist would rather see such innocents murdered than dare to upset the status-quo.  They will cry out about Accords and CONCORD treaties and other empty nonsense, rather than allowing the heroes who have brought us such an glittering victory be fully unleashed against the enemy.

We cannot even deal properly with the enemy within.  Ishta obsesses about the Kovals, but they are nothing more that our rivals, not a symptom of the sickness that infects our Empire.  She ought to focus her energies on people like Yassavi, who belittle the achievements of our militia simply to further a bizarre personal vendetta against we Praetorians, and in so doing opens rifts that the Tribals leap at to exploit.  Of course, when I point this out, the fool bitch accuses me of "welcoming an enemy".  If anyone is working against the Empire it is her.

Yet, of course, nothing is done.  Little wonder I feel disheartened again.

Amicia has been one ray of light, however.  I hope that very soon we shall finalise the agreement with her family to import certain items that cannot be sourced in Nakri.  Clearly her family has had more than a lifetime of faithful service, but has not once been recognised properly.  I hope having my family at patrons will be accepted as a suitable first gesture.  There shall be so much more than that, of course.  Poor Amicia is most frustrated at Ishta meteoric rise in fortunes, and little wonder.  I think I shall have a firm ally there when the time arises.

Foundation Day celebrations shall be upon us very soon.  I pray this malaise passes before then.

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