Yay! Another story post! Well, I'm trying to use this as a way to transition into actually writing something concrete. Maybe this first attempt isn't good, but that's what sequels are for, right?

The following story(ies) is/are presented in a diary format. Partly based, if not wholly based, on my actual experiences in the MMO EVE Online. EVE However does not belong to me, but the people who created it. :3



Diary Entry 1-1A
Location: The Great Mudpuddle Hotel, Warouh VII Command Center
Local Time: 22:56 PDT
As my mother used to say, there’s no time like relaxing. Well, now I found some time to relax here while my extracting operations proceed smoothly.

Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? Oh well. It’s not like anyone’s going to find this while searching through my ship’s computers or something… Oh what the hell.

Hello world and universe out there! I’m Alaric Wolfesberg- a recent graduate of some Caldari business school in the middle of bum-fuck-Egypt, and now I’m over here in Warouh chasing storms- oh who am I kidding, I’m sitting on a storm planet for profit’s sake trying to collect some moisture from the clouds that float around us.

Either way, this place is a lot better than where I last was, some godforsaken sector named Sotrentaria, somewhere in Caldari space. Sure the mining was good there, and in my Retriever- the Winterorchard, I was making a piecemeal fortune. At least until those damned Guristas showed up the first time and obliterated her, making it to my escape pod just in time, I licked my wounds and bought yet another Retriever, The Winterorchard II. All was fine and dandy there before she got obliterated by a random Sansha raid while pulling out of an asteroid belt. That was my tipping point, and with a friend’s advice, I packed my Badger full of my life possessions, flying to Warouh, braving pirates, scoundrels, and run-of-the-mill dumbasses who would try to attack me in front of law enforcement along the way.

Life is a lot different now. I’m making money elsewhere- by managing moisture vaporator rigs here on Warouh, letting others do the hard work while I sit back in my hotel bed here and visit the bar ever so often, drowning my sorrows, if any, in Quafe. The staff here is nice- the tiberium-infested kangaroo manager of the hotel gave me a Presidential Suite for free, albeit I had to give him half the padding in my Badger’s cargo hold. Oh well. I’ll pick some up later when I visit a station.

Looking out my window, I notice the windswept landscape of this place- it’s beautiful, the lightning, the constant rain and cloud cover, I’ve never seen such a place before in my life. Sure my birth planet was alright, being a temperate planet, we got our share of storms there- but those here never end. I wish I could have taken up meteorology… Oh well. The only storms I need to worry about are the ones that I create in my Pawpers here… hehe. Good thing I bought a new pail!

My apologies if it seems I’m so scatterbrained, it’s probably because I am after a hard day's work of touring my refinery complexes. Maybe a good night’s sleep will make me seem… a bit more in-line.

Good night all!

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