I play late at night. I ignore the notification of cluster shutdown, cruising from gate to gate, slowly achieving my own alien endgame by stabbing my cursor into a puddle of menus.
Everything is quiet. The world is asleep. I stare into the blurry glow of my computer screen when I become aware of the world around me. A smoke on the balcony, alone with the morning. Not even birds are awake yet to sing.
Lol… back in the day waiting for the birds to start chirping, and watching the night turn to early morning light meant a night spent conducting chemical warfare on myself.
Like I said, back in the day. Kids… don’t do drugs.
I play early in the morning. I ignore the notifications that I am under attack, afk piloting from gate to gate, slowly acheiving my own alien endgame of quitting the game forever because i cannot safely afk autopilot through hisec.
Everything is quiet. My ship is in wrecks. I stare into the blurry glow of my computer screen when I become aware of the world around me. A Lossmail notification in the corner, alone with my shame. Not even my CEO is online, yet to capslock shout at me for my loss.