Logit Probit
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Posted - 2010.07.18 09:00:00 -
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Edited by: Logit Probit on 18/07/2010 09:03:21
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Months ago, I had an encounter with a pilot û we'll call him ôBad Dadö - while I was ninja salvaging/looting near Dodixie. Bad Dad took a potshot at me while I was far outside of point range, warped off before I could get to him, and docked up.
So far, pretty routine. Sometimes they get away.
We had a pretty run-of-the-mill smack exchange, during which Bad Dad expressed the usual ******ed carebear views about loot ownership, and I threatened to just get a bunch of peeps together and suicide gank his mission ship at a later date.
THEN,
The next day I got a cute EvEmail from another pilot identifying himself as Bad Dad's son, in which he informed me that I would regret it if I ever caused his dad trouble again. It was an empty threat of course, I found it to be charming and a bit admirable.
The Good Son, standing up for his old man against faceless internet bullies. Brought a tear to the eye. Srsly.
I figured that would be the last I would hear from these people.
BUT THEN!
The next day, out of the blue I got another EvEmail from Bad Dad, which I will not paraphrase; I'll let it speak for itself.
My interpretation is that this guy threw his own son under the bus in an attempt to avoid putting his pretend internet spaceship in danger.
Most ganks I am involved in are the result of a mistake no worse than greed or lazyness. Bad Dad's behavior here actually sickened me. I'm American, and I'm not sure what a ôsevere bo11ockingö entails, but it's pretty easy for me to imagine a little kid getting screamed at (hopefully nothing worse than that) by this bastard, over a f-ing video game.
I decided right then and there that I would wait until this guy accumulated a lot of ISK, and got himself a really nice pimped-out mission boat. Then I would take it away.
7 MONTHS PASSED.
In the interim Bad Dad changed agents and started basing out of another location. Brosephs from the Salvagers Association kept tabs on him. We held off, waiting for the right time to strike, waiting until his fit couldn't get much more expensive.
Tonight we went to work on the Holmes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch (and some insured battleships, of course.)
Karma Part 1
Karma Part 2
Afterward, I logged on my main and convo'd Bad Dad. We had a nice little chat.
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