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Return to EVE

His body jolted upright, the return of conciousness proving too much of an experience for his body to remain still as the tumult of thoughts and sensations assailed his being, along with the last few moments of his life that occurred just moments ago. He immediately regretted the sudden movement, as cords painfully tugged at implanted ports along various parts of his body. He grew to dread his situation even more as the cold air of the room reacted with the gelatinous stasis sheath his body was wrapped in. Like a second skin of oily, wet flesh over his epidermis, his immediate instinct was to start tearing it away from his flesh.

His vision was still a bit blurry, and all that he could make out were lights and rough shapes everywhere he looked. He could tell he was in a half-pod of some sorts, like an old-world bathtub. His hands ran along chords from his body that eventually converged in the base of the structure, leading off to who knows where. As he went about tearing away more of the membrane, and reached the film covering his face, he found a series of small wires tracing back from a multitude of spots on his skull, each one held in place by the faux-skin. With a satisfying tug, the entirety of the covering about his face and head came away, slowly ripping apart from the rest of the membrane. With that tug, his vision started to instantly improve, and noises started to register, catching the attention of his sluggish thoughts. The gentle whir of a well oiled motor and the constant hum of electricity being fed into lights infused the air around him. Intermittent gushes he recognized as the release of pressurized air broke the auditory monotony.

It seemed to happen slowly, but each moment his memory was becoming more and more clear. With each breath of air he took, the fog seemed to be lifting away. He remembered the last few months of doggedly searching for clues and revelations about the unknown. Stars, faces, stations and ships all flitted through his memory with the speed of a flip book. Each image making no more of an impression than the faces of a crowd. But he remembered the goal, and more clearly, the pod.

Yes, the pod. He found out the reason he had instantly drawn so much attention on that first station was because he was recognized as a pod-pilot. As much for that, as for the oddity of his having not been in the pod when his small frigate docked at the station. The revelation of this reality changed his mission significantly, and opened up a universe of possibilities, and potential danger. The constraints that previously held him back where gone, he just required the fortitude to explore that reality. He was going to have to kill himself.

Gripping the edge of his medical tub, Ezekeil smiled in grim satisfaction at a successful task completed. From here, he had a lot of exploring to do.

The Garden of EvE

Gorgeous.

I really, really, really want to play EvE. Like, for real-real. I gave it a go a while back, and it was fun, but the getting-to-know you part was massively involved. I was also completely besoten with WAR at the time, so giving any other game serious attention was outside of the picture for me. I want to play a SciFi game. I want a sandbox. I want PvP. All of these things are possible in EvE, and I never stuck it out because I was afraid of always being behind the curve, as well as fear of being a complete and utter noob all over again. Still, it’s a space based game…