I’ve recently started to once again dip my toes into the lukewarm, detritus-colored waters of high-sec war declarations. Not being able to do aggressive wars due to having no ability to defend a war HQ from blobbers who join wars as allies for free just for the extra content, I decided to try doing that exact thing myself, since the barrier to entry is so much lower.
I started browsing the active wars list, looking for those being conducted by smaller entities and/or those who don’t engage in wars as a primary activity (obviously I’m not going to ally against a group like BLACKFLAG., because what would I do against them by my lonely self?), and started sending out mails offering to ally for no charge.
It was eye-popping just how bad things have gotten, but one particular exchange was absolutely heartbreaking for me (redacted bits to protect the privacy of the victim):
How could someone be so cruel? I had to help. I sent instructions to accept the war ally request. Unfortunately, I received no response. Desperately trying to salvage the situation (and a fellow player), I resorted to my ultimate weapon of persuasion, being cute :
Unfortunately, it was too late. This player/CEO, and all of their corporation members, collectively left the game to play something where justice could actually be had for the meek and downtrodden: League of Legends.
And now I’m here, asking: “where are our heroes?” The anti-griefing movement, so often self-referenced as a bulwark of strength and stout pillar against EVE’s belligerent undesirables, is nowhere to be seen where it matters most. Are they too busy saving cattle-like AFK haulers who, upon arriving to a station, would actually be none the wiser as to how and why they got there, whether it be by virtue of the autopilot completing its course, or the molten slag from a ganker’s neutron blasters? Or are they simply preoccupied with more pressing…Ventures?
Surely it can’t fall on me to carry the fight against the vile griefers? My angel’s wings have been torn off decades ago, and the stumps cauterized with such Godly fury, that it would’ve actually been redacted from the Old Testament. Also, as a dirtbag griefer, I have no PvP skills and have literally never been in a fight against another ship that was actually armed. How am I supposed to help these people?
So where are they? Where are our white knights in shining armor, ready to raise their banners of justice and charge into battle on behalf of the players who need them most? How long will their lances, having been strung up on the walls like decorative trinkets, continue to gather dust, instead of once again tasting flesh and blood in righteous combat against New Eden’s vile sinners?