Postcards from the Ledge

I received this bit of fan mail from a miner stationed in the Ivar sector:

Rifter Drifter Lottery Give Away

Rifter Drifter Author, Wensley

Wensley over at Rifter Drifter is giving away faction frigates in a lottery-style give away. There are still numbers available at two million each!

Ransom 101: Parlay with Pegleg

Ransom FAQ

Chances are if you are reading this page you are at the mercy of 'old Pegleg Punk. While mulling over his ransom demands you are probably wondering if the shifty fellow will indeed honor his end of the bargain once you make his wallet "blink"?

The answer is a resounding, "YES" as long as certain criteria are met...

EVE Fanfest Live Feed

A solar panel cannot hope to generate as much energy as the CCP panel currently answering questions and spewing amazing one-liners at EVE Fanfest 11!

 For those of you that were unable to attend the EVE Fanfest in Reykjavik Iceland, there is available a streaming video feed available in the following link:

The panel of CCP devs fields Q & A from attendees broadcast live from Reykjavik Iceland:

I am currently enjoying the live feed with a warm cup of tea, while in the thick of a hunt!

Brothers from Another Mother: A Requieum

"As her armor fails a new warrior enters the fray- fresh.

...To no avail.

The worm capitulates.

It feels death near.

lapping at it's hindquarters- it is ablaze.

Demise is certain.

Soon, Dearheart. Soon."

Punkisms: #01 "Cultivation"

"The grifting will continue until morale improves!"

Council of Stellar Management (CSM) 6!

Multitask: Admire the comely female while voting for CSM 6!

I want to remind each and every one of you to exercise your right to vote for CMS 6.

#70: Remember the Titans!

A Cyclone is a terrible thing to waste!

While passing through the Leurtmar system, I had scanned what appeared to be a mining operation sharing a jet-can in asteroid belt 3-1. I frowned in disappointment when I discovered that I did not have a safe spot bookmarked for that particular belt.

“No time like the present,” I said to myself with a grin. I instructed Aura, my ship’s artificial intelligence, to warp 100K out from 3-1. As my Rifter, Panty Dropper, aligned in preparation of the warp jump, Aura’s voice purred throughout my pod, “Warp drive active.”

I Always Carry a Flask

This Spirit warms the gut and tickles the nose!

Like an avenging spirit I return to New Eden, bent on cutting a swath through a whole new crop of pod pilots’ intent on cluttering the reaches of space with trash and junk. The reasons for my absence are not important; however, I noticed upon my return that my physical appearance had changed…more than likely due to some side effect of prolonged time spent in my pod.