I was recently invited to take part in an interview with Shalee Lianne who runs an excellent faction warfare based blog. The subject being the Black Rebel Rifter Club. I hope you find it an interesting read.
You can find the interview by clicking right here.
Thanks go out to Shalee for the invite.
MB.
21 Nov 2011
17 Nov 2011
16 Dramiels ....
12 days .....
Gotta lose them, gotta lose them all.
Coming soon.
A blog post of destruction.
A tale of a frigate's dying days.
Killmails.
Lossmails.
Broken hulls and scorched autocannons.
Soon.
Trademark.
---
In other news ..... The Cult has arrived.
*cough*
MB.
Gotta lose them, gotta lose them all.
Coming soon.
A blog post of destruction.
A tale of a frigate's dying days.
Killmails.
Lossmails.
Broken hulls and scorched autocannons.
Soon.
Trademark.
---
In other news ..... The Cult has arrived.
*cough*
MB.
16 Nov 2011
Hijack
Time seems to stand still, first the flash and then the bang. Bright and burning and louder than is comfortable, ear-splitting. Popping and then whistling and striking straight to the brain like an intrusive needle poked deep into the eardrum. Panic is taking over, passengers scrambling for the locked emergency escape capsules. Red lights flashing. Alarms wailing. Flashing. Wailing.
Gunshots crackle and bullets bounce off the heavily armoured interior, the odd bullet zipping into the upholstery of the worn seats and tearing into the foam, spraying material up into the air. Everyone falls silent. The passengers look around in shock, almost in disbelief that none of them have caught an unlucky ricochet. The recycled artificial air of the ship's cabin fills with a dirty grey smoke that bites at the lungs like an angry virus. There is coughing and crying, fifty odd people now at the mercy of their captors.
Five men in full combat apparel appear through the smoke, clad in all black they look fearsome, sporting black masks to hide their features they look like they mean business. Assault rifles strapped to their shoulders with fingers on triggers they are sharp and ready. One of them kicks the once sealed heavy steel door that is now spinning on the floor, mangled. His steel toe cap boots crunch the broken metal and burnt plastic underfoot.
"Well Boss look what we have here," the dreadlocked Brutor laughing at his new found cargo, a gleam in his eye. Reaching to his pocket he takes out a small silver flask and takes a long pull of the fiery liquid.
"Aaahhh," he smiles awkwardly at his audience as if he is some kind of twisted showman.
The Boss takes off his black shades and places them neatly in his top pocket. He pulls off his mask that is covering his mouth and tosses it to the floor.
"Everybody remain calm, do not panic. This here is your new crew, everybody back to your seats please."
There is a calmness about this hijack, like this has been rehearsed, or is some kind of routine occurrence.
The gangsters have come for one thing, an important shipment deep down in the belly of the cargohold. A shipment so valuable that these pirates will stop at nothing to get their bloody hands on it. Underworld markets are relying on this shipment. Seedy station-side pushers and disease-ridden junkies--right up to the lab rat booster-cookers at the other end of the spectrum. The chain is waiting. Orders are ready to be filled and veins ready to be poisoned.
The ship banks sharply and the lights in the cabin flicker for a moment pitching the room into temporary darkness between the delayed flickers. A mean looking clean cut man of Caldari bloodline takes an incoming radio message from his two-way.
"Cargo is good, green light on the cargo."
The radio crackles but it is clear that the incoming voice is that of a woman. The Caldari man wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, nodding to his Boss that the mission is almost over and the cargo is safe. The group begin to leave the cabin and enter the corridor back from where some ten minutes ago they had smashed their way in. Then, from the front row of seats a young looking man of Intaki origin stands and begins to spit venom at the Caldari as he is leaving. A young woman, also of the Intaki grabs him trying to pull him desperately back to his seat.
"Son of a whore," he spits.
Taken aback he pauses for a moment, his anger building up inside him. The two men stand there sizing each other up as the Intaki woman cries behind them muttering in a broken Intaki tongue. The gangster smirks and begins to turn heel, resisting the temptation. He carries on towards the corridor as the ships tannoy system announces that the ship's autopilot has been engaged. The ship banks again, this time more violently than before.
~Darkness~
The flicker of lights bathes the cabin in a warm orange glow that sporadically breaks the gloom. The ship's engines boom and then falter as if stalling.
The passengers fall silent.
MB.
Gunshots crackle and bullets bounce off the heavily armoured interior, the odd bullet zipping into the upholstery of the worn seats and tearing into the foam, spraying material up into the air. Everyone falls silent. The passengers look around in shock, almost in disbelief that none of them have caught an unlucky ricochet. The recycled artificial air of the ship's cabin fills with a dirty grey smoke that bites at the lungs like an angry virus. There is coughing and crying, fifty odd people now at the mercy of their captors.
Five men in full combat apparel appear through the smoke, clad in all black they look fearsome, sporting black masks to hide their features they look like they mean business. Assault rifles strapped to their shoulders with fingers on triggers they are sharp and ready. One of them kicks the once sealed heavy steel door that is now spinning on the floor, mangled. His steel toe cap boots crunch the broken metal and burnt plastic underfoot.
"Well Boss look what we have here," the dreadlocked Brutor laughing at his new found cargo, a gleam in his eye. Reaching to his pocket he takes out a small silver flask and takes a long pull of the fiery liquid.
"Aaahhh," he smiles awkwardly at his audience as if he is some kind of twisted showman.
The Boss takes off his black shades and places them neatly in his top pocket. He pulls off his mask that is covering his mouth and tosses it to the floor.
"Everybody remain calm, do not panic. This here is your new crew, everybody back to your seats please."
There is a calmness about this hijack, like this has been rehearsed, or is some kind of routine occurrence.
The gangsters have come for one thing, an important shipment deep down in the belly of the cargohold. A shipment so valuable that these pirates will stop at nothing to get their bloody hands on it. Underworld markets are relying on this shipment. Seedy station-side pushers and disease-ridden junkies--right up to the lab rat booster-cookers at the other end of the spectrum. The chain is waiting. Orders are ready to be filled and veins ready to be poisoned.
The ship banks sharply and the lights in the cabin flicker for a moment pitching the room into temporary darkness between the delayed flickers. A mean looking clean cut man of Caldari bloodline takes an incoming radio message from his two-way.
"Cargo is good, green light on the cargo."
The radio crackles but it is clear that the incoming voice is that of a woman. The Caldari man wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, nodding to his Boss that the mission is almost over and the cargo is safe. The group begin to leave the cabin and enter the corridor back from where some ten minutes ago they had smashed their way in. Then, from the front row of seats a young looking man of Intaki origin stands and begins to spit venom at the Caldari as he is leaving. A young woman, also of the Intaki grabs him trying to pull him desperately back to his seat.
"Son of a whore," he spits.
Taken aback he pauses for a moment, his anger building up inside him. The two men stand there sizing each other up as the Intaki woman cries behind them muttering in a broken Intaki tongue. The gangster smirks and begins to turn heel, resisting the temptation. He carries on towards the corridor as the ships tannoy system announces that the ship's autopilot has been engaged. The ship banks again, this time more violently than before.
~Darkness~
The flicker of lights bathes the cabin in a warm orange glow that sporadically breaks the gloom. The ship's engines boom and then falter as if stalling.
The passengers fall silent.
MB.
7 Nov 2011
Bellicose/Scythe PVP Video
A while back we held a corporate Bellicose and Scythe tournament. Dong Orson recorded the footage and has put together a video of the events.
Linky
Warning contains graphic images of ECM.
MB.
Linky
Warning contains graphic images of ECM.
MB.
3 Nov 2011
On location with Bullywood Productions
For the past few weeks I have been flying with my production team - Bullywood Productions, to capture and record material for a future series of pvp videos that I plan to release. Camera drones have been deployed and daring shots by brave and fearless (and somewhat disposable) film crews have been stored for future editing.
As things currently stand my plan is this. There will be a video dedicated to fights whilst piloting the Rifter, in solo combat 1v1's, in small gang fights and up against the odds in 1v2's, 1v3's, 1vblobz, et cetera. Going along the same theme there will also be a Jaguar video and a Wolf video.
At the moment I have a lot of Wolf footage and it looks like I might be able to release this one first. Jags are next for the amount of recorded fights but Rifter footage is low, I keep sitting in belts in my Rifter but it seems it is invisible. So inevitably I hop into a Jag or Wolf and hit a roam and end up finding some cool fights.
I have some nice Wolf footage from a 2v3. Myself and a corp mate both in the Wolf versus another Wolf, a Jaguar and a Myrmidon. All 3 enemy vessels were slain. I also have a cool fight in my Wolf against a Hawk where we both end up exploding, never seen that happen before, pretty cool stuff.
One thing I've noticed from recording my fights is how often I make stupid mistakes. There was this one fight against a Taranis in my dual-rep Rifter where I forgot to fire up the afterburner, and there are a few instances where I randomly click on an asteroid and begin keeping range from the rock instead of the target. Not because I click the target whizzing around on my screen, that would be bad, I just accidentally click things in the adrenaline rush of the fight it seems. I probably wouldn't have noticed any of these things if I hadn't reviewed the footage. I'm a bit of a purist in the sense that I don't use any F keys during combat, I like to click buttons on my mouse and I guess doing it this way makes for a more exciting experience and mistakes are only going to happen. Still, I think it will make for interesting footage either way.
I also wanted to make a Firetail video but after spending some time in the hull I have come to the conclusion that watching me fail miserably by dying every time I undock in the thing wouldn't make for a good watch. I'm thinking of fitting up some Claws and recording fights in that hull, but we'll see how long it takes to burn through all these assault frigates first.
I'm a long way off gathering all the material I need, so would be open to any offers for 1v1's or if anybody wants to throw a small gang at me when I'm in an assault frigate then don't be shy. Just don't embarrass me too much or it won't make the final cut. Heh.
I also need to think about what music I am going to use in my videos, exciting times ahead, it is like being your very own disc jockey. If anybody has any recommendations please do fire away in the comments section. Being cheeky, any donations to this film project would be greatly appreciated in either ISK form or hulls, as the bank manager has told me this project looks like it won't come cheap. If anybody does donate anything then you'd be listed in the end credits.
:)
So that's it, I just wanted to waffle on to let it be known I will have some videos of me dying spectacularly out soon. But not that soon. Also, it will just be pure pvp, none of this fancy boosting malarkey. Raw unadulterated and filthy ship explosions with a sprinkling of music.
See you in space.
Cut!!!
MB.
As things currently stand my plan is this. There will be a video dedicated to fights whilst piloting the Rifter, in solo combat 1v1's, in small gang fights and up against the odds in 1v2's, 1v3's, 1vblobz, et cetera. Going along the same theme there will also be a Jaguar video and a Wolf video.
At the moment I have a lot of Wolf footage and it looks like I might be able to release this one first. Jags are next for the amount of recorded fights but Rifter footage is low, I keep sitting in belts in my Rifter but it seems it is invisible. So inevitably I hop into a Jag or Wolf and hit a roam and end up finding some cool fights.
I have some nice Wolf footage from a 2v3. Myself and a corp mate both in the Wolf versus another Wolf, a Jaguar and a Myrmidon. All 3 enemy vessels were slain. I also have a cool fight in my Wolf against a Hawk where we both end up exploding, never seen that happen before, pretty cool stuff.
One thing I've noticed from recording my fights is how often I make stupid mistakes. There was this one fight against a Taranis in my dual-rep Rifter where I forgot to fire up the afterburner, and there are a few instances where I randomly click on an asteroid and begin keeping range from the rock instead of the target. Not because I click the target whizzing around on my screen, that would be bad, I just accidentally click things in the adrenaline rush of the fight it seems. I probably wouldn't have noticed any of these things if I hadn't reviewed the footage. I'm a bit of a purist in the sense that I don't use any F keys during combat, I like to click buttons on my mouse and I guess doing it this way makes for a more exciting experience and mistakes are only going to happen. Still, I think it will make for interesting footage either way.
I also wanted to make a Firetail video but after spending some time in the hull I have come to the conclusion that watching me fail miserably by dying every time I undock in the thing wouldn't make for a good watch. I'm thinking of fitting up some Claws and recording fights in that hull, but we'll see how long it takes to burn through all these assault frigates first.
I'm a long way off gathering all the material I need, so would be open to any offers for 1v1's or if anybody wants to throw a small gang at me when I'm in an assault frigate then don't be shy. Just don't embarrass me too much or it won't make the final cut. Heh.
I also need to think about what music I am going to use in my videos, exciting times ahead, it is like being your very own disc jockey. If anybody has any recommendations please do fire away in the comments section. Being cheeky, any donations to this film project would be greatly appreciated in either ISK form or hulls, as the bank manager has told me this project looks like it won't come cheap. If anybody does donate anything then you'd be listed in the end credits.
:)
So that's it, I just wanted to waffle on to let it be known I will have some videos of me dying spectacularly out soon. But not that soon. Also, it will just be pure pvp, none of this fancy boosting malarkey. Raw unadulterated and filthy ship explosions with a sprinkling of music.
See you in space.
Cut!!!
MB.
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