Space Hermits are dedicated to the life of the true solo combat pilot. Anti-social or just playing on hardcore mode, these pilots live and fly, to some degree, in seclusion from society. Gangs are alien to them. Some Space Hermits claim gangs to be a bewildering experience where the urge to fly alone again is constantly ever present.
It started with a tweet I made commenting on the fact that my stats were showing I had no known associates recorded for the previous 90 days.
A few people commented that they'd 'x' up. Legendary pirate playboy in black rubber pants, Sard Caid, drove home the realisation that I had feared all along.
In the quest for glory I had taken to the path of shunning friends and acquaintances, hell, even corpmates at times I think. I have been flying like a man possessed. In the first two weeks of the month I had clocked up just under 150 killmails, all solo. I browsed my killboard and half of the kills I had no memory of. I genuinely could not remember the fights. I was not logged in and flying as Miura Bull, oh no, I was simply functioning as a machine. A machine programmed to generate killmails or lossmails. I joked openly about this with corpmates but in reality I wasn't joking.
Was I dancing precariously on the edge of the stage with a fall into the burnout chamber a very real possibility? I dunno, maybe.
I think I will fix this strange feeling and actually fly with other people over the coming months.
|Space Hermit Miura, depicted in his quarters being visited by two angels.|