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In the newly founded sandbox we were promised a fuller life

As I jump from my current location into clones in distant space
And think about who owns this station – they, the previous holders replaced.
And before them others had owned it. I watched them flourish and fall.
Yet the gods of the Jovian sectors silently outlast them all.

We were living on land when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That internet space ships were useful and lasers looked hot when they burned.
They gave us space rocks to harvest they promised us ISK untold
They even gave out a space yacht that was made of solid gold.

But some there were who doubted, were lazy, or out of their mind
So they left the Jovians offer and became a plague on mankind.
They wardecced and killed with abandon and on any unlike them gave chase
And the noobs lot became a sad one, as they devoured tears from their face.

They warred on the miners and salesmen. they killed off friendly and free.
They chased away any from deep space now vacant for any to see.
And the Jovians told us, “don’t worry, build an empire of civil respect”
“A place where the friendly and helpful can build to their hearts content”.

In the newly founded sandbox we were promised a fuller life.
Which started by helping our neighbor and then stealing his boat load of ice.
M0o, Mittani, bob, and Lofty sold us a bill of goods
Claiming scamming and combat would feed us so we all covered our heads up with hoods.

They swore if we took up our weapons, that attacks on us would cease
That those who take our things from us would leave us here in peace.
But the arms and building exposed us, they drew envious attackers like flies
They took everything we constructed, then covered their crime with some lies.

So now I sit in the station, that my former alliance laid down
The current masters are tightwads, and the market will not make a sound
Because tho’ we have plenty of money there is nothing our money can buy
For the scammer controls the near markets and the prices have gone up too high.

We’re all looking for some place to setup, safe undiscovered remote.
A place to call a homeland, for those still daring to hope.
But something inside me is leery, I’m doubting it will be the case
That any find peace in a system this side of Jovian space

As the gods of the Jovian sectors plan new mazes to bring us down low
I think up schemes to take outposts that we owned many years ago.
The peace and prosperity promised may never come to this place
As long as pilots with jumpclones remember who settled this space.

– an adaptation of Rudyard Kipling’s “The Gods of Copybook Headings” by EVE player Barbara Nichole.  This won a bonus prize in the PLEX for Parody poety contest.

Limerick Contest Winners

(posted on Eve-O)


These are the winners from the Limerick Contest.

Honorable Mention:
GM Spiral for getting the most votes with this lovely limerick:

A ticket was filed by a man
Who’d lost his jettisoned can
He’d bought all his ISK
And still took the risk
His reward was a permanent ban

Player Winners of 100M isk for most “likes”:

Lucas Kell:

There once was a fella from Jita
Who desired his wallet be fitter
So he found a good deal
Which it seems wasn’t real
And now he is feeling quite bitter.

and (most ironically)
Tyburn Stannis

A contest of poems was the calling
So I penned a swift ditty whilst hauling
But there’s always a risk
Of corrupt “likes for ISK”
And a winner whose rhyme is appalling…

Winners of a Phantasm BPC for being my personal favorites:


I mine only Veldspar for fun
I make just a pittance each run
And although it is dull
I still mine ’til I’m full
‘Cause I like looking out at the sun

Cara Forelli

A rare ship I followed from Hek
And soon I would orbit his wreck
The stargate I jumped through
Scram, web, and then pew
The system, alas, was high-sec

and finally, the winner of a Cynabal BPC as the Poet’s Prize

Sarhyl Connaly

Eve Online is a game without walls,
But this freedom contains painful falls;
Such as learning curve: rough,
meta-game: rather tough,
And controls like a kick to the balls.

Thanks to all who participated and I hope you had fun. Using “likes” as a mechanic didn’t work out as well as I hoped as most of the likes were on the first 2-3 pages even though there were some very good limericks later on. The poet’s council did fantastic job of culling through them and most of their selections (as well as the winner) were from the latter half of the thread. However, it wasn’t quite fair to them as many of them also had submissions that were quite good that probably didn’t receive the attention they deserved. In any case, I feel great about the winners, but I will probably use a different mechanic next time.

A special thanks to the poet’s council of
Nyjil Lizaru, Xanadu Redux, Don Aubaris, Vehestian, Mike Azariah, Barbara Nichole, and Cara Forelli for going through multiple rounds of votes to select the winner.

Limerick Contest

Still not out of the woods yet, but wanted to get this posted anyway.


In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I am sponsoring an EVE Limerick contest.

Basic Contest Rules:

1. Create a new original EVE related Limerick.

2. Post it in this thread by 27 Mar 2014. Forum thread timestamp will be used to determine the cutoff.

3. Prizes: The 2 limericks with the most “likes” will win 100 million ISK. In addition, I will choose my 2 favorites and award them a Phantasm BPC. Finally, winners of my previous poetry contest can vote for their favorite. The winner chosen by this group will win a Cynabal BPC

Old Bumpersides

Aye, park her in the hangar now!
Long has she boated the void,
And many an eye has danced to see
Her lasers on a ‘roid;
Around her flicked the nimble drones,
And hung the cans of ore —
But the Retriever of the high sec belts
Shall sweep the belts no more.

Her hold, once full of asteroids’ guts,
The yield of the vanquished foe,
Her hull the survivor of bumpers’ butts
(Before I became a pro),
No more shall take a flying path,
Far to out of range —
The victim of the sociopaths
For a Hulk has been exchanged!

Nay, better that this hero barge
Should explode in a shockwave —
Her lasers slew the veldspar belts,
And there should be her grave;
Jet now her cans and loose her drones,
Switch on the self-destruct device,
And give her to the God of Belts,
The Scordite and the Ice!

– a moving adaptation of Oliver Wendell Holmes “Old Ironsides” by EVE player Khergit Deserters.  This poem was a Grand Prize winner in the PLEX for Parody contest.