Originally by: Vikarion

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Dear Carebears and other assorted scum...

I come before you on this day a victim of your endless whining, your groaning before the devs, your relentless attempts to make this game I love - yes, love, for it is one of my few entertainments and hobbies - into a relative, nay, a clone, of the pernicious and obnoxious cardboard-cut-out, cookie-cutter, unfailingly bland and unrelentingly boring "game" known as World of Warcraft.

One month shy of a year ago, I joined Eve after a long pilgrimage through various genres of MMORGS, looking for that fabled game that would give me true interaction. By chance - great, fortunate chance, or perhaps even blessing from a higher power - I discovered the wonderfully written story on the ambitious and daring heist by the fabled Guiding Hand Shining Club. I was amazed! Finally, a true sandbox, a world where anything could happen, a world with danger lurking around every corner.

I immediately subscribed! Not the 14-day trial for me, no. No, I was in. And, great PvPer that I am, I went racing off in my shiny Ibis to...mine. And mine. And mine some more. Slowly, and through the help of a generous player, I eventually gathered enough ISK to acquire an Osprey. It was a big step up. Dodging can-flippers and pirates, I scrabbled for every last ISK, and eventually made it to where I am today: a macro-killing, suicide-ganking, war-deccing griefer and pirate.

I have scrambled for the top relentlessly. Countless hours I have spent, staring at the screen, waiting for that last asteroid to pop, that market order to be sold, that last NPC to give up the ghost, that officer to finally spawn.

When I was a newbie, I did not whine when someone flew into the belts and popped my jetcans, despite the fact that they represented hours of work. When I got lofty'd and lost a billion ISK of ship and fittings because I tried to help someone, I did not whine, I merely posted a little tutorial on the forums on how to avoid it. When people tried to suicide gank me, they failed, because I never piloted AFK with anything good.

But you, you want the game to adapt to your needs, your desires, rather than using your mind to set the odds in your favor. You condemn suicide gankers as "gank-bears", and pirates as "pie-bears", and proclaim that CCP needs to eliminate us from the game.

Well, CCP listens to you, even if they ignore our concerns, and it may soon be all your way. Suicide ganking will no longer be profitable under any circumstances, war-decs will be eliminated or nerfed. I have no doubt that can-flipping and baiting will also soon be cut. CCP has decided - as elucidated by CCP Grayscale - that the illusion of danger is all that is needed in hi-sec. The reason that I joined - because I was always in danger and that the game was all about what players did - no longer seems like even a mild topic of interest to CCP's designers, who now merely try to appeal to the widest demographic.

Know this: that I, and I hope others like me, will not give up. I have no intention of lying down for these changes, or going gently into that soft, fluffy good night of PvP flagging and safe zones. I will whine, *****, scream, moan, troll, and lurk. I will kill your pods, gank your ships, pop the macro haulers you buy isk from, encourage those who scam you (though I do not scam myself), war-dec you, can-flip you, haunt you through your every moment in game and on the forums.

You see, I hate your pusillanimous whines, your endless calls for those outside of yourselves to help you, your desire to have the playing field tilted in your direction. I hate your willingness to smacktalk, cheat, lie, and act crudely before running to the safety of Concord. Most of all, I hate your utter unwillingness to let Eve be what it was, and your desire to change it into your own little version or a carebear haven.

Flame on.

-Vikarion

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