A (Re-)Introduction

Greetings!

I am Angelus Ryan.

If you've heard of me before, it is either because we've shot at each other in New Eden, or you've stumbled across the fine gentlemen of Thanks For The Belt Roam which is the blog where I've been (rather) infrequently publishing my musings. That is likely to continue, and I do hope to not just duplicate posts to both locations.

I'll first point out that I am not an ace pilot, I do not publish amazing PvP videos (although I strive to change that Soon(tm) and start recording interesting fights) and I am not an epic leader of pilots, nor a high-profile corp infiltrator. In fact, I am about as anti-social a pilot as exists in New Eden. I do not like taking orders, and I reluctantly give them only if I must. I do not like voice communications (outside of the neccessity of combat) and I do not play EVE to socialize. On the contrary, EVE is my reclusive retreat from the real world. This is not to say I have no friends or contacts in New Eden, but both my blues list and my contact list are both very, very, very short. That is, I believe, a rather unique viewpoint on New Eden (since, at least in the public perception, most solo EVE players are not lowsec denizens).

In general, I am a nobody in EVE, like most of my potential readers. Probably unlike quite a few others, however, I rather like it. I do not seek to affect the game world in any way that would be deemed as "important": I play for my own entertainment, for the mind clearing allowed by living in a world of internet space ships, and for the realization of dark streaks of character that New Eden allows to bubble to the surface.

Yes, I do rather enjoy playing the anti-social killer in EVE.

Perhaps, at times, a bit too much.

That said, I am not that anti-social in real life (although I do tend towards the introverted part of the human spectrum), and I won't turn down an interesting conversation in-game or in the real world - It is just that most of my in-game interaction with people not in my small circle tends to come in the shape of high explosives and a sporadic "gf" in local.

And that suits me just fine.

So what would cause an anti-social pilot exit a comfortable cloak of anonymity to publish a blog, you ask?

The Muse is the Muse, and sometimes you just have to write.

So if the musings of another outlaw are of interest to you: Welcome along for the ride!