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2005-03-01, 09:11 PM | [Ignore Me] #138 | ||
No. Buying charcters with that many skill points takes the fun out of the game. I bought one from someone on the forums here. It started with the same number as my main had. Having 14m means you really cant craft the guy how you want. Its half the game. My alt char had a bunch ya, but I still have a LONG way to go on him.
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2005-03-03, 12:55 AM | [Ignore Me] #142 | ||
Darksim made that post about the EVE scammer guy. The thing is, myself, Peacemaker and a few other people were already into EVE at that point. It simply got more people interested, and expanded our ranks a bit.
As for PSDU, its in a state of stasis until we become rich and influential enough to actually do what we want to with the Corporation. The plan is that we get rich while in Xetic (mining, NPCing, PVPing etc) and then come back later and do what we actually want to do because we'll have the money for it. Hopefully we can get the corp into Xetic some day. I hope we can make this all work... to do so requires people to actually come back to PSDU eventually and keep playing EVE. |
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2005-04-16, 03:47 PM | [Ignore Me] #143 | ||
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Heh, talking about coming back.. I had to quit playing cause my computer died.. for like the 4th time.. and when I got it back up running I got fired from my job and the funds stopped coming in. It was horrible.
But I've got another job and prob closer till the end of schools I'll resubscribe to EVE again... |
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2005-04-18, 02:24 AM | [Ignore Me] #144 | ||
holy thread ressurection!
Actually, yesterday I woulda said "I don't play EVE much anymore, still subbed but rarely play". Tonight though I played for several hours and had a blast. The ability to ECM NPCs now is pretty cool, I'm making good use of my Scorpion in level 4 agent mission battles Anyhow, anyone who plays EVE, join the PSU channel to chat with us |
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2005-04-18, 10:58 AM | [Ignore Me] #146 | ||
Yea. It acctualy would make cruiser pilots viable in level 4 now. A few BBs with my raven and I wouldnt really worry about them at all. Electro tried a "high speed" battleship chace last night too. Now THAT was funny. Also it appears that me and electro are so damn leet that enemy battleships dont bother to even tank our damage. They just let them selfs sucumb to the volly of torpedos that we lay down.
Just to let you all know too, we are firing back up the PSDU corp. The war with the mercs ended (a technical victory, we did WAAAAY more damage to them and they ended the war, also after pod killed their CEO she like.... never logged on again) so we are starting it back up. See ya around. |
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2005-04-25, 12:59 AM | [Ignore Me] #149 | ||
Not sure if this still works but: http://www.gamershell.com/news/17215.html
Also, I've been wanting to post this somewhere, its the short story I've written up as my biography: A former Caldari elite sniper, Electrofreak has since taken to the stars, and favors tactics that reflect upon his previous line of work; dispatching his enemies as quickly and efficiently as possible. Co-CEO of PlanetSide Defense Union [-PSU-] [ Detailed Biography ] He opened his eyes and felt himself floating in a glass tube, suspended in a clear jelly. He watched as it slowly drained away and wondered what he was doing back in this building again. A man suddenly appeared outside his enclosure in front of him, a white towel at the ready. The glass walls around him slid upwards into the ceiling, and a man handed him the towel while regarding him with an expression of pity. "Poor fellow. Please, follow me." He followed the man and was lead into a room with several projector screens and speakers. "Your clone, or should I say, you, have been activated because your previous form has died. As part of the contract, it is my duty to provide you with as much information as possible of the events up until your death. Unfortunately, it is also my duty to show you why your parents aren't here with me." The main screen flickered on, showing the interior of a cargo transport that seemed to have been roughly refitted as a passenger transport. There were rows of chairs bolted to the floor of the large room, and a small portable restroom sat in the corner. He saw himself, sitting with his parents in the second row of seats. There weren't many passengers, only a dozen or two, and many seats were unfilled. Suddenly, the room shook, sending several people sprawling to the floor. The camera recording the events temporarily filled the viewscreen with static as the power cut out on the transport. When the picture returned, the lights in the room had dimmed, as if running on reserve power. A point of the far wall began to glow orange, as if something was melting the metal. The point began to progress down the wall, and it became evident that something was cutting its way through. A nervous voice, presumably that of the captain, filled the room. "Passengers, please remain calm. A pirate vessel has taken control of the ship and appears to be boarding! Give them your valuables and they may leave us peacefully. Whatever you do, do NOT resist them!" He watched as his mother took hold of his fathers hand and looked frightened. He could see himself trying to reassure her as the cutting beam finished the last few inches of its path. With a loud metallic clang, a portion of the hull fell to the deck interior. Behind, he could see dark shapes floating forward and gaining purchase to the deck as they began to feel the effects of the ships artificial gravity. A burly man was the first one through, wielding a large laser rifle and looking as though he'd been on the wrong end of one several times as well. A huge scar disfigured the side of his face so that he seemed to sneer at the passengers shrinking back from him. "All of your valuables, in the bag, NOW. Make trouble and you die." A man stepped forward from behind him and began pulling at the nearest passengers, taking wallets, jewelry, trinkets, anything of value, and throwing them in a large bag. A few minutes later he approached the two parents and the teenager sitting up front. They seemed to have little to offer. The father held out a few credits which the pirate took with a disgusted look. He glanced around and his eyes settled on the gold ring that lay on the mother's finger. Grinning, he grasped her hand and attempted to pull it free. The woman struggled, clenching her fist and refusing to let go. The pirate, apparently used to this reaction, pulled forth a knife and with one deft movement had cut the womans finger off. Screams of pain filled the room as the pirate pulled the ring forth from the bloody stub on the floor. The father lept forward and struck the pirate, who fell backward, quickly drew his blaster and shot the man in the head. The man crumpled to the deck, an oozing crater in his forehead. He watched himself stare, horrified, at his screaming, sobbing mother, and his dead father on the floor. The pirates had finished their act of robbery and were rapidly dissapearing through the hatchway. Seconds later, the dark tunnel past the hole in the hull seemed to shift, and suddenly broke free. Beyond shone the stars, cold and bright against the black of space. The compartment depressurized. Flailing bodies, mouths open as they attempted to scream against the infinite silence of space, were torn from their seats and thrown towards the black oblivion beyond. Within the space of a few seconds, he watched his mother as she was torn from his grasp, his fleeting grip on a chair granting him only a fraction of a second longer to live. After a moment, it was all done. The room was empty save for the chairs and the restroom, and the black Star-speckled hole that had devoured himself and his family. The image froze, and with tears in his eyes, he looked up. The man looked down at him with a pained expression of pity and sadness. "I'm sorry... according to bank records they had put most of their bank savings into this clone for you... they didn't have any of their own. The destination of the transport was the State War Academy in Kisogo, where you had evidently just been accepted to begin training. We can arrange for transport there if you wish." In a voice broken by anger and grief, he finally spoke. "Thats what they would want. When I graduate the Academy I'll find those bastards and make them pay... some day..." After graduating the SWA, he became an elite sniper for the Caldari Special Forces. There, he gained his code name, Electrofreak, due to his skill at cracking security systems. Electrofreak fought to maintain the order of the Caldari State; for piracy cannot thrive in a society dominated by the harsh justice of the Caldari. Posing as a code slicer/mercenary assassin, he infiltrated another terrorist organization dedicated to stealing Caldari military secrets and exposing them to the public. There, he learned of the Caldari Privateering Project, a secret plan by the Caldari State to hire pirates to perform their dirty work. Disgusted, Electrofreak resigned from the Special Forces, purchased a starship and began his journey amoung the stars, dedicating his life to removing the blight of piracy from the galaxy. Last edited by Electrofreak; 2005-04-25 at 02:53 AM. |
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