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.

 06-04-YC124


I am forgetting how long we have been here.  I had not actually realised the time that had passed until I shuttled back another casualty a few days ago and spoke, very briefly, to Ishta.  It was a pleasure to see her, although she could not hide the anxiety in her eyes.  I could not tell her very much, of course, other than reassure her that Sasha is well.

Arline's declaration shall cause quite the stir, I should imagine.  I wonder what Lord Sarum shall make of a commoner claiming the Holdership of Raravoss.  One hopes that the intention is not lost, showing the invader that we have not relinquished territory that is rightfully ours, granted to the Empire by the Grace of God.

I wonder if anyone shall care who Lady Crow is.  Likely not, and likely she shall be ignored and looked over in the Final Victory.

The time has come for me to join the 601st fully on the ground, I think.  I wish to be there with them.  Our gains have been tremendous in terms of what we have done compared to our numbers.  Linking with pockets of resistance and supplying them not only with equipment and materiel, but with hope and the knowledge that they have not been abandoned and forgotten.  All the time striking against the enemy, inflicting far more damage than we take.

We will defeat the enemy, we will drive them out of our homes, and God will Bless us with Victory, for we are His Chosen People.

There can be no other way.

I am looking forward to this fight.

God Feedeth The Ravens.

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