Two Step (CSM Chap) posted on Twitter today a link to a Business Week article about the CSM http://www.businessweek.com/articles/2013-04-18/multiplayer-game-eve-online-cultivates-a-most-devoted-following#p1

On page two they refer to POS as Space Houses, and it got me thinking, how do you describe what you do in Eve to people around you?

For instance I once described the Pod system to my girlfriend as i was the inside of an egg, and thats my shell.

I don't. It scares the 'normies'.

Two Step (CSM Chap) posted on Twitter today a link to a Business Week article about the CSM http://www.businessweek.com/articles/2013-04-18/multiplayer-game-eve-online-cultivates-a-most-devoted-following#p1

On page two they refer to POS as Space Houses, and it got me thinking, how do you describe what you do in Eve to people around you?

For instance I once described the Pod system to my girlfriend as i was the inside of an egg, and thats my shell.

"Daddy's going away for a while."

I don't.

Conversation never gets past them telling me to be my age and stop playing silly games.

Show them a spread sheet and tell them to explain it to you, after all it is just a silly game.

...My problem is convincing her that my interest is healthy and balanced...

Sounds like she understands EVE pretty well.

I don't actually call EVE a game anymore... I call it a hobby.

i use a couple of lines on people .

1. i can explain eve to you, but then i would have pod you, steal your stuff and sell it at jita hub .

2. its training , i cant tell why, but you might want move underground , way under

the look on peoples faces are priceless

Good article.

As for explaining, merely saying it's a game I play. Should anyone be interested further I'd try to explain it in a way possible - which by the way is pretty hard since it's a pretty complex universe we got here.

But the use of 'sandbox' is a great word to use.

/c

What's Eve Online?
"A space game"
What does it include?
"Spaceships"
What do you do?
"Shoot stuff"



Eve in a nutshell.

Whenever a workmate or friend asks I just say it's internet spaceships and leave it at that, though my fianc+¬e knows all about fleets and blowing people up for fun and profit and thinks it's endearing and cute that I enjoy Eve so much.

Let me tell you a little story.

My wife is pregnant with our fifth child, she craves the attention of her husband knowing soon that we will once again be blessed with the progeny of my great loins. She came to me last night, the pregnancy barely showing, glowing in the moonlight on our terrace as I sat enjoying a glass of wine and camping a gate in my stealth bomber.

"I wish you would stop playing this stupid game, we're going to have another child soon." she said. And I was aghast. Did she not understand that I was already doing all I could to ensure that the child would have a solid future. In spaceships? Clearly this was my fault. I hadn't talked with her about the dire import of the work I was doing.

With heavy heart, having hoped to postpone this talk about how the galaxy was filled with the lowest of the low I pulled up the Galactic Map and began to explain the realities of why I had to continue the fight.

"This is a map of the great players in spaceships. Some day our son will inherit all I conquer. But the universe is untidy. It has undesirable elements within it."

My hands waved lightly over the eastern side of the map.

"Here are the Russians. The communists that saint Regan slayed in his mighty crusades of the 1980's, no longer able to propagate their foul communist propaganda in the real world due to the death of Joseph Stalin in 1989 they have retreated to spaceships in an attempt to corrupt our youth."

My hand graced to the south of the map, hovering over Providence

"And here we have... roleplayers. People who fly spaceships only as an ancillary to their foul pursuits. Only in this region will you find a space captain who his a hermaphroditic wolf taur tigershark hybrid."

She gasped, she had been on the internet, she knew what dark secrets lay in the south.

"That's right. Furries."

My hand creeped over to the east of the map

"And here, here we find the worst of them all. Mens Rights Activists. Pony worshipers. Paedophiles."

This time she found her voice...

"Redditors"

I nodded before continuing.

"So I take offense that you view this as me simply playing a video game... I am not merely eating dots in a line, I am not jumping on mushrooms. My spaceship is a firey sword sent to wipe the unclean from the galaxy, and I wil...."

I was interrupted by a knock at the door...

"The pizza guy is here."

~fin~

My mother has a surprising good grasp on how this game works...

And all the other 5000 things

I got funny looks as I laughed heartily out loud in the office.

How do you explain Eve to your friends and Family

Whenever a workmate or friend asks I just say it's internet spaceships and leave it at that, though my fianc+¬e knows all about fleets and blowing people up for fun and profit and thinks it's endearing and cute that I enjoy Eve so much.

Let me tell you a little story.

My wife is pregnant with our fifth child, she craves the attention of her husband knowing soon that we will once again be blessed with the progeny of my great loins. She came to me last night, the pregnancy barely showing, glowing in the moonlight on our terrace as I sat enjoying a glass of wine and camping a gate in my stealth bomber.

"I wish you would stop playing this stupid game, we're going to have another child soon." she said. And I was aghast. Did she not understand that I was already doing all I could to ensure that the child would have a solid future. In spaceships? Clearly this was my fault. I hadn't talked with her about the dire import of the work I was doing.

With heavy heart, having hoped to postpone this talk about how the galaxy was filled with the lowest of the low I pulled up the Galactic Map and began to explain the realities of why I had to continue the fight.

"This is a map of the great players in spaceships. Some day our son will inherit all I conquer. But the universe is untidy. It has undesirable elements within it."

My hands waved lightly over the eastern side of the map.

"Here are the Russians. The communists that saint Regan slayed in his mighty crusades of the 1980's, no longer able to propagate their foul communist propaganda in the real world due to the death of Joseph Stalin in 1989 they have retreated to spaceships in an attempt to corrupt our youth."

My hand graced to the south of the map, hovering over Providence

"And here we have... roleplayers. People who fly spaceships only as an ancillary to their foul pursuits. Only in this region will you find a space captain who his a hermaphroditic wolf taur tigershark hybrid."

She gasped, she had been on the internet, she knew what dark secrets lay in the south.

"That's right. Furries."

My hand creeped over to the east of the map

"And here, here we find the worst of them all. Mens Rights Activists. Pony worshipers. Paedophiles."

This time she found her voice...

"Redditors"

I nodded before continuing.

"So I take offense that you view this as me simply playing a video game... I am not merely eating dots in a line, I am not jumping on mushrooms. My spaceship is a firey sword sent to wipe the unclean from the galaxy, and I wil...."

I was interrupted by a knock at the door...

"The pizza guy is here."

~fin~

GÇ£It's a market simulation that masquerades as a game about spaceships.GÇ¥

Funny thing is that when I started to play Eve my wife saw one of rat's haulers in some mission and she asked "Why are you shooting this vacuum cleaner?". It stuck and now my Eve time is my "vacuum cleaner time" which in fact confuses begeezus out of friends and family who are not aware of real meaning of that phrase and they hear I did it whole night.