I got back into EVE. I still can’t believe it but here we are. And it’s all because Yahoo is terrible but that’s a story for another cup of tea. Anyway, I didn’t plan to come back to New Eden with a sonnet. I planned to undock, get lost, and probably donate a ship or three to science. Instead, one of my first acts returning to EVE after eight quiet years is this: a poem, a blog refresh, a new website and a public handshake with the part of EVE that’s always amused me – its ability to make the ridiculous feel inevitable. In my defense, it wasn’t supposed to be like this – it started with sorting the space wealth which lead to let’s build a small tool to buy ships, which turned into a small website and a revived old forgotten blog – this one.
This post is just a small re-entry burn: how a stubborn nerd wrestled a Shakespeare-ish voice out of a language model, and the poem that popped out after an unreasonable amount of quibbling over single words. I wanted a short, funny welcome for my website. Three lines turned into thirty drafts, then into “fine, let’s try a sonnet.” I traded plain facts for rhythm, trimmed anything that sounded like a TED talk. If you’ve flown EVE, you already know the joke: the universe is serious; the players don’t have to be. Below is the piece I ended up with. It’s part diary, part map, and just enough mischief.
A Sonnet of a Capsuleer
Oh Ammake, where my Maelstrom did crawl,
Through dim-lit glass I scarce could see at all;
The frigates laughed, my wreckage marked the fall.In VSIG’s dark reach I joined a noisy crew,
Of pilots green and many, foolish too;
We fed the wolves—yet there my learning grew.In Ostingele’s fields I sought the grail,
Trod each blaze, though ruin claimed the rest;
From burning wrecks I learned what worked the best.Around Hevrice I roamed the starlit tide,
Met dancing steel where fates of ships collide;
At times I rose where once I only died.
The Tuskers’ band, took pity on my soul,
They took me in, they gave me a home;
I fumbled still, yet learned to fly and roam.In Bosboger I chased my final flame,
Where battles bright still carried joy, not shame;
Then silence fell, and years concealed my name.In Hevrice back I undock, stars both strange and new,
Around its lanes lie bubbles where none were in view;
My pirate hulls barred, yet still I laugh anew.I sail on words where once I flew through dread,
New Eden lingers, though mostly in my head.
That’s it for now. I’m going back to sort the spaceship mess – the same job I was trying to do a few days ago, before I woke up with all this on my hands.
Pew pew. Stay safe :)
P.S. Just found out bubbles in lowsec are a thing now, and lucky me – I bought a dozen pirate ships that can’t even enter FW plexes. Nerds for the win!!!
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