tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898561166574677112024-03-13T05:50:47.258-07:00Arth's StoryA biography of Arth Lawing, blurring the line between Eve Online and real life.Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-36371932480155993862009-02-17T22:58:00.000-08:002011-01-20T21:28:26.112-08:00Sleep is Peace.At the undock there was bedlam, ships spewing out into space in a constant stream, slowing only as the numbers leaving the station dwindled - like blood from a wound, a sudden rush of technicolour against the mundane backdrop of life. The wounded station groaned in agony as parts of its super-structure twisted from the fires as vacuum replaced atmosphere where, like some strange metal tree, it's Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-16106297642664182662008-11-12T02:11:00.000-08:002009-12-15T16:28:46.479-08:00Old Musical BoxYes, the rules had all been broken. Desert always worked, sweet beget sweetness. The girl from the canteen was still asleep, her supple body beside him hot to the touch. Fired from within by the heat of her blood, skin warmed by a sprinkling of foreign blood. The result of Minmatar blood on her mothers side, he knew from their hushed conversation as they lay in the early hours before sleep. Long Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-9530223633268564432008-08-08T16:28:00.000-07:002009-12-15T16:35:51.036-08:00Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,SaturdayThe list was up. Saturday morning 6am and there we all were, loitering around opposite the training grounds gate awaiting the results. Cigarettes were smoked at speed, nervous fingers shaking with each draw through dry lips, shifting from foot to foot. My new mate Sean and I sharing a hangover and a bacon sarnie. A cool mist wrapped our tensions tight around us making our expectations Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-31523558719001613062008-08-05T15:08:00.000-07:002009-12-15T16:07:24.864-08:0015 minutes to midnight.Public comms console on a quiet bar, Penirgman..."Dammit, Spotty, whaddaya mean is revoked?! Just gettyship ready and I be there in a jiffy""Expired, out of date, of no further use, you'll just have to send off the payment and get it renewed.""Can't be esquired I's pays the damn thingy only a while back, check it again I wanna to go fly about, bloody Amarrians, you'd think they liek me off their Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-44499982984070784552008-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:002009-12-15T16:04:00.987-08:00Vitrauze.A low security system inhabited by the low security pilots and unwary explorers. He jumped in. No one seemed to be around. A quick look through the asteroid belts and deal some damage to the Serpentis pirates that always floated through them. Shouldn't be any trouble for his cruiser. A Gallente drone ship, the Navy Vexor was a cruiser to be reckoned with in the hands of an experienced pilot. Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889856116657467711.post-37220958584355048462008-05-27T01:49:00.000-07:002009-12-15T16:02:03.715-08:00Killing time.The air conditioning hummed quietly in the background. A soft clicking from ancient electricals. Bursts of static interupted the soft melodies on the radio that neither was listening to. Anemic moonlight bathed everything in a pale blue coldness that made it clearer than day. A small animal scurried under the wood of the porch. She was warm against him. Shaped to a perfect fit for his arms it Arth Lawinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18371864985152211513noreply@blogger.com0