I was asked a few days ago if I would mind doing an interview for Sov Wars, a blog written by another female gamer about faction warfare. Of course I was happy to, though it was the first time I had done anything like that before. (And the fact that someone I regularly shoot was doing the interviewing was a bit fun.)
My first sit down with the questions, I just wrote everything that first came to mind. I kind of cringed in a few places, because I knew that some of the stories I told would not go over very well. After that, I began rewriting….and rewriting….and rewriting. Granted, all my answers were truthful, but the final product was extremely censored.
For example, I did not tell about the one time that I fced in Amarr militia. I was bored, and there were a few people who were starting to get on my nerves. Some of the Amarr could really whine back then, and usually militia chat was permanently ‘de-blinkified.’
Quite a few people joined the fleet. It was a wide mixture of ships. I was personally flying a Manticore, as it was the smallest thing I could find in my hangar. We were all based in Huola at the time, so I was rounding people up in the top station. I don’t remember all the names, but I don’t think a lot of them will remember that day, nor are a lot of them in militia anymore.
I warped the fleet to Kourmonen. There had been a reported sighting of Minmatar that we were going to attempt to take on. We were heavily outnumbered and outgunned. I knew this because I was chatting in another channel with the enemy fc: Bahamut420.
“Where do you want us?” I asked him. (Yeah, you’re starting to understand…and get the picture of how evil I am.) He warped his fleet to a planet in Kourmonen. I fleet warped the entire Amarr fleet on top of his waiting battleships.
Then, I called the worst primary I could find. It was not in range of us, and was just terrible. I was quite enthusiastic and confident about it, repeating it over and over on voice coms. “More DPS on the primary!” I yelled.
I died with the rest of the fleet that stayed. There were quite a few lemmings that stayed and fought valiantly in their Caracals. They never knew what happened. They just thought I was a really super bad FC. Fleet members got together and reimbursed me for my ship. (Yeah, I know. That’s just wrong.)
Needless to say, that did not make it into the interview. Granted, it was by far not the most fun thing I’ve done in militia. (I’d rather kill stuff then take the time to do that nonsense. As I said, I was extremely bored at the time.) However, it was definitely on my most memorable list.