So, last Saturday was a bit of a let down. It had its positives, though it didn't exactly pan out the way I'd wanted it too.
Our GOD HATES FRIGS event. Our plan to disrupt The Tusker's Frigate Free-For-All [FFA]. It didn't happen how I'd have hoped it might happen.
I was expecting that we'd spend at least half of the four hours allotted to the tournament doing what Fweddit does best. Shitting up local, getting people genuinely upset over nothing, destroying stuff, and lots of gfs in local.
What happened is that we arrived 15 minutes before the end of the event. We had some fun. Annoyed some people. Shitted up local. But it was mostly too little too late. The FFA was winding down at that point, and we were more or less a fly in some ointment.
Now, Fweddit didn't go down there to be complete assholes. That's not Fweddit's style. We do pretty much everything tongue-firmly-in-cheek. I think The Tuskers understood that well enough, given the responses I got from them when I first posted my GOD HATES FRIGS poster (above.) For those that took it super seriously, and got super peeved at what we were planning, well, bully on them, and thanks for the outrage, learn to relax.
When it comes to Fweddit and PvP, internet spaceships is not serious business. It's about just having fun. We have fun in a particular way, and it's not about following rules. For those people that get seriously butthurt over our style of fun, that's sort of a bonus reward. For those that get what we're doing, then we end up having fun together.
I just have pushed harder for people to move four or five ships down to a lowsec staging system not far from Jovainnon. I didn't. So nobody bothered (including me, because nobody else seemed to care.) That was the first indication that GOD HATES FRIGS might end up being a bust. That there was a chance nobody would be all that interested on the day of the event.
Then on the Saturday itself. Trying to drum up interest. Everyone was more focused on ganking miners in the highsec systems surrounding Egghelende. Most of my calls to get a ship, to go mess with The Tuskers, were met with "it's 20 jumps away, we'll probably all die three minutes after arriving, that's too far for one short fight."
I guess I'm just not the leadership type. I don't really know how to fire up the mob, rally the troops, that sort of thing.
Thankfully, Pinky Feldman (a Fwedditor at heart, though of Moar Tears) took up the cause and rallied fifteen or so of us together. It took a good half-hour to get everyone ready, and then it took a bit longer dealing with people going GCC on a Dramiel that played gate games with us for the first few jumps of our trip. Then there was the 20 jumps through lowsec, a highsec route being out of the question given most of us are outlaws and that the Gallente faction police don't much like the Amarr.
But eventually we arrived in Jovainnon. We didn't die three minutes after arriving. Of the forty-five minutes we spent up there, I believe only two of us were killed. We ended up with 40 or so killmails that evening. Not a bad haul. And everyone had a blast. A few comments "Man, we should have come up earlier" were definitely heard on comms.
I think next time The Tuskers hold another FFA, we'll definitely set aside some real time to "participate", and we'll set up a staging system ahead of time.
As it turned out ... I was mostly talk with little action. Fweddit was a little too late to the party. Apparently I did win a Phantasm, because of our procrastination and pessimism, though have yet to see the contract (so the prize might just be a troll, I'm not sure.)
GOD HATES FRIGS is far from dead. Hopefully the short experience Fweddit had at The Tuskers event will encourage us to head out, shit up the locals of more such events in the future.
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