I logged on last night for the express purpose of checking my skills. But was quickly distracted by market orders, somehow tempted to log on to TeamSpeak, and before I knew it I was inviting people to a fleet and warping my Stabber Fleet around Kourmonen looking for prey.
Thankfully after the several day break I didn't have a whole lot of mail. I tend to rage just a little when I log on to a lot of mail. One alliance mail was surprisingly a CTA that I missed by an entire hour. (Judging by how few people were active, I wasn't the only one.) But, anyways, since when do we have CTAs? Have we really fallen that far? There was a CTL also. (Call to Legs) ...don't ask!
I also got some weird mail from some random guy in Fweddit, which turned out to be a fake email chain whereby various members of their corporation came up with very expressive and creative ways to insult me. Someone apparently has a lot more time than I do.
An alliance mate convinced me to go to nullsec, but it wasn't going to happen. By the time he was ready there were Agony to kill in Kourmonen local.
I wandered around for a while, then pointed a hurricane jumping through the Kam/Kourm gate. I love that...reaching the point of no hesitation. See ship. Point ship. Call for backup as the hostile backup arrives. No sitting around trying to decide if it's a good idea or not.
Their fleet landed pretty soon after, and I died pretty quickly. One Stabber Fleet down, forty nine left to go. We had a pretty good brawl, but I found out later that we brought three falcons. Ick. Sure, we don't just look at what they have and think to ourselves, "we're pretty evenly matched, we should be dumb and bring a whole bunch of falcons." Many, Many engagements just involve someone calling a point on something somewhere and everyone else coming to...erm...investigate the situation.
We were bored afterwards so we went to shoot up their latest POS in Kourmonen in a tier three BC fleet. Agony came back in a very odd assortment of cruisers and dessies and died miserably. Apparently both sides shared some giggles over that one. Honestly, I was surprised they came back at all. After three falcons I would have been like...'No more fights for you!' At least, not until manners were learned.
Anyway, later in the night I had a run in with some Rifterlings. Words were spoken. And friendly fire was taken. Whether a wardec will transpire is still uncertain, though I will be seriously worried at the health of my alliance if they do not jump on the opportunity for more things to kill. In fact, I was already a little worried when I was informed that "people" needed to be consulted. Since when? Look at us being all diplomatic and political. (::And I throw up a little::)
Anyway, the rest of the evening transpired in the usual fashion. Making a little ISK on trade orders. Updating some alliance contracts. (They are so lazy they now pay for me to fit their ships for them...so if you're ever wondering why you have a dozen of "Susan Black's ...." on D-scan...well...first, you should probably get off that gate you're on, and then you can wonder at the laziness of my alliance...)
Getting an invite to join Fweddit.(lol) Ironically being called a bitch in local by Poetic Stanziel, for blocking him. (He's kinda creepy in a stalker-ish kind of way.) Attempting to bait a carrier on the Egghelende station, since the Amarr were too scared to do anything but play station games. Updating my stats to see that an average of 55 people have joined Faction War every DAY this month. (Holy Texas!) Wondering what I did with my Oracle...
Anyway, not a completely out of the ordinary evening, though I probably should have watched the presidential debates instead.
Also, the old Susan is back in business. Though, I'm not really sure what that means yet.