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.

 17-01-YC124


I sometimes wonder if I should consider retiring from the life of a Capsuleer and concentrate on the duties of my social station.  Can one even retire from being a Capsuleer?

I should not, perhaps, have been quite so blasé of the danger, and I really ought to have taken more notice of the location in which the Anathema I bought was being sold.  Still, it is a small blessing that I had not even fitted  her when those pirates attacked me, and it was rather more a waste of their effort than mine to destroy a ship with nothing to loot.  No profit for them, although something of a loss for me.

I suppose I have now recovered a little of it after a small expedition in a Wormhole, though when one considers the cost of a replacement and an actual fitting out, it is still a loss.  It is not the finances, that barely makes a difference, and soon enough Płaczka will pay for herself.  It is just such an irritation, a tedious chore.  But then everything seems that way at the moment.  Simply passing the time until the next message from the 601st.  Their last Code, ALEKSEY, is promising, just what I was hoping for.  May that continue until Operation Sanctity is concluded, and may God, and Her Eternal Majesty, watch over them.

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