whooops

Today was a sad day for FROOT .. we learned a lesson, the hard way (the only way we ever learn) while happily running through some wormhole sites for the tasty treats the sleeper leave behind, we were visited by a wayward scouting ship...

We chose to ignore this blatantly obvious warning sign, and carried on... while he, and his pals mounted a fleet to destroy us.

We promptly threw ourselves into their waiting trap and lost all our shiny ships. Including... my Legion, which I had always kept clear of trouble as it was a purely PVE design.. and one of my personal 'most expensive toys'

my legion had sen me through Level 4 missions, low-sec complexes and wormholes a-plenty and now its nothing more than a VERY high pricetag on a death-mail of mine.

My legion
ship name: Hoard
<tears go here>

Endy also lost his Legion ... and i'm pretty sure he too had never been in a scrape with it before..

ship name: einhander
<add more tear here>

Utric too lost his Legion... which lets face it, was gonna happen at some point...

ship name: [some unpronounceable eastern European name]
<no tears required here ... it was a ship Utric owned... they all end up dead soon>





Sadly in the frey we also lost a Hurricane belonging to Goose ... it was a sad day indeed, but. Let this be a warning to all, if you're happy doing your thing in a wormhole, and you get to 'see' a scout (quite frankly I don't know why he showed up uncloaked) then just simply head for safety (or rally the pew pew squad) as where there is a scout... the gank squad is sure to follow.

We were dumb enough / unlucky enough to actually fly right at them (unintentionally) while attempting to make our escape, ironically as we were aligning / warping out Endy called over comms:

"if you're not warping right now.. chances are you're going to die"

The irony being that because we warped.. we all died.

well played to the other guys, you royally handed our asses to us (mine was even delivered to me on a silver platter)

1+2 = whoops

Orca's ... they're big. they have a mass of 250,000 tons. which is great for crashing out unwanted wormholes ceasing any unwanted visitors.

This is very good news as the rules for crashing a wormhole are very simple, each wormhole lasts a certain amount of time, and you can possibly just wait until it dies naturally.

Alternatively, understanding that each wormhole is limited by the mass which It allows through you can work out with some simple maths...

simple .... maths...





When you get it wrong however, you end up stranded, in a strange wormhole and then the next logical thing is that you have to get out the only way possible...

and once your precious space ship is floating around as little particles of space dust, you are of course left with one small thing, its egg shaped, and we all love them... your pod. Time to prepare for 'emergency clone jumping' via the wonders of deep-space explosions. As for your implants, fare well old friends.

So.. wormholes...

Maths is important.

We finded it!

We were brave little FROOTs today, after all the hassle we've had we decided to check out our neighboring wormholes, we'd found a miscreant C1, which we ignored, then went to our C3 .. which was empty... so we run a few sites and think to ourselves.. "hey, you know what... lets sell this wormhole"!!

Being that by the laws of 'I found it first' we planted a FROOT flag and sent off some info to the appropriate persons of interest, within a very short time we had arranged a preliminary deal for some extra isks for the corp wallet!

We failed miserably to get any of the C3 sites run with any real outcome due to a rather annoyingly timed error related downtime, but at least it wasn't a complete waste!

Nothing to see, move along

Nothing much to report, FROOThole has not been going swimmingly.. lot of dead ships so far, but on the flip-side we're getting our milk-teeth removed (by force). We'll be Wormhole vets soon!

lots to learn yet.

What IS going on?

I have no idea whats going on anymore, people invading our little cubby-hole bringing their rape-faces, odd structures and stuff at the POS, someone mentioned mining, my brain shut down at the idea of roid scraping.

Recent Quote of interest: "Holy shit! there's an Orca behind me"

meanwhile here's a mildly amusing comic strip:

Mad? we're positively Bananas!

Well one this is always certain, FROOT is unpredictable as corps go, officially we are in space what the 'chaotic-neutral barbarian' in dungeons & dragons, we have no distinct goal, we follow no real rules, we harbour criminals as well as the most innocent of carebear. In our time we've been high sec dwellers, a slight time spent in low-sec (until we were very kindly asked to leave at the business end of some large weaponry).


We've mined, we grind (I figure its the closest verb for mission grinding which rhymed with mined) we've traded, scammed, griefed and run incursions... now we find our whim drawn to taking occupancy in a wormhole, it's new it's different it's .... frooty.

No sooner had we taken up residency and gotten settled than we found the hole appearing not too far from a busy route, we figured if we were going to see any activity, it would be sooner rather than later, and with only a handful of the FROOT's actually ensconced inside the 1st bout of action began! a small group of Hurricanes laid a neat little trap into which yours truely fell face first.

However, I ahve to say my new ship, a 'laser' Ferox, faired better than I had hoped for, tanked 3 canes, seeing one of them off, I thought we'd killed him, but I guess he got out at the very last moment. [sad face goes here]. and I got out by the skin of my hull and Panicus flew off wildly in a random direction, which for me is as good an escape as any.

Hopefully Axloth, chasman and whoever else was left behind in the FROOThole is still in one piece.

back on the ISK donkey

So... after all that nonsense it was time to get back onto the act of fattening my wallet.

Big shout goes to Tenla Amarr... you know why!! (^_^)

Then after grumbling at the fact that incursions were nowhere nearby, doing some basic lowsec crap, including standing off against a fleet of battleships and battlecruisers which far outnumbered us [poop-pants time]. We were intending to hunt down some of the russians which had recently moved to a nearby lowsec region but ended up going home. Another fleet went back down to lowsec after I logged and one of our new guys lost his harby, but it was a good learning experience for all involved.
-- Gate mechanics... learn them, use them.

So, ISK, how to:
Incursion!! while sat contemplating running some level 4 missions or moving the 30 jumps to the incursion site I was blessed with a new incursion spawning exactly where I was. So, being that it was already quite late... the following day (which was yesterday from today, I have no fear of using past present and future tense all at once) I was sat spamming adverts and getting nowhere, eventually I chose to form a fleet and no great surprise within about 15 mins had a fully functioning fleet up and running including offgrid boosters, sometimes I do good.

I invited Panicus along and Endy too and a bunch of randoms then we went forth and raped sansha until we were all rich and happy! Thankfully I only FUBAR'd a couple of times as FC, and for the most part people followed orders. Thank you to those guys that joined the fleet, better to make ISK together than be sat waiting for a fleet invite!

where's ur POS gone...

I paid a visit to a certain system in which our friendly neighborhood Russians had their POS ... seems a lot like its not there any more.

 oopsie..

Sadly this means no pretty explosions ... but lol anyway

Finally.. IT'S OVER!

Sadly in the last throws of our death spasm, we lost a vaga to a gate jump... I think they had spies (sappin mah sentry) watching the gates. Sorry about that Duto!

Overall we were quite well spanked, but considering the number superiority and the fact I made some crappy decisions which lead to horrible OMG BBQ mai-fayse! raping of our ships the entire 'russian' war came out at 49% efficiency. mostly due to our fondness of shiney ships... and Utric making a slight fuck up early on..

In terms of kills however...

51 ships killed by FROOT
14 lost.

that's some nice KDR even if our shit was worth more than theirs!

details of the wardec(s) >>  (click to go to the kill board)

In other news, I met some chap today (who was kindly informing me of a price check...) we got chatting and the war came up, turns out he had a little gift for FROOT ..

That's him.. stealing a Russians retriever!

So. back on with the usual FROOT madness, hopefully the comming week's we'll be back to grinding das isk / griefing das noobs the normal crap we get up to. Probably wont see many regular postings on thie blog thang, but rest assured any fun/interesting things will get posted!

El Zammeroono

Begone damn Russians!

The main alliance has pulled their wardec against us, which is much better for us, we're soon to get back on to more important FROOT things.. sadly the last combat between us was myself and the person we believe to be the alliance leadership, in a 1 Vs. 1 (hurricanes) I forgot to overheat and lost..

sad panda..

The overall stats aren't impressive due to the FUBAR that was the battleship losses.

KILLS	Isk Destroyed	Losses	Lost Isk	% efficiency
16	1.03 bil	10	1.32 bil	43.86%

Sad panda tears

Today didn't go that well.. If your interested the sad details are all over the killboard, probably battleclinic too.

We (probably worth reading 'we' as 'I') got too cocky... tried to take on a large angry group of the Russians, we were promptly reminded that we are just FROOT.

Carebears with aspirations... we (see above note...) had a case of the billy big bollocks and paid the price for it, lets hope whoever FC'd this abysmal event is chastised and berated for hi... wait a minute no that's not right! the FC was a god, it was the lack of -insert appropriate scapegoat here- *mumble mumble cough cough*

Ahh well, we had it good, been kicked in the nuts, it's stiging and made our eyes water but we just need to harden the fuck up and get back on the saddle.

POS... dull, Free kills .. fun!

Well what a day / night... We were happily camping our aggressors in Penirgman, big shout out tho they did try to ransom our ships from inside the station. but nothing much was happening, unable to pin any of the Russians down we FROOTs were getting desperate to fulfill our blood-lust. Happily Utric found a little gift for us..

Their POS (player owned station) in moments FROOT had mobilized a POS knock fleet and was happily taking apart the defenses. It was a long hard slug, but we took it to reinforced late into the night. Awaking the next morning something worse for wear I thought I'd check into eve and found many FROOTs waiting ready and willing, we had their POS system locked down as best we could (though in the end my inty missed a chance at the lone escaping cheetah) and we had tracks on several members of one of the aggressor corps.

While contemplating how best to go about killing them, one of them challenges Utric to a 1 Vs. 1. Politely Utric accepts and proceeds to ventilate his ship for him, Utric then throws down the gauntlet asking him to return in a bigger ship for a rematch.

He turns up in a smaller ship.. and Utric, offended by the lack of a large shiny target proceeds to make sure his new ship is also liberated of its role of being in one piece at any given time. However, very rudely an assisting battleship arrives.. and while FROOT is far from honorable, we don't like people clearly violating the 1 Vs. 1 agreement of combat .. especially when it is used against us.

So upset by this we decide to show our displeasure... it went something like this:

make no assumptions here.. the boys in FROOT were doing a great job, but we're far from PVP gods... these kills were all spoon fed to us.

currently our overal performance in these cumulative war decs is at nearly 61% I think I might berate Utric for loosing the shiny ships at the start, then I might thank him for getting all of todays!

FROOOOOOOT
Zammo

Epic combat movie footage

I was going to edit an EPIC combat movie of tonights fight.. but forgot to start Fraps... instead all I got was the following excerpt of team speak...


Endure! ... uhh I mean.. Enjoy!

eve is srs bzns..

NMSI .. Not Me Shoot It

Earlier this month, back on the 14th or there abouts, I got bored. Eve does that to a man. Me being bored is no news, but it does end up meaning I make rash decisions...

So, Chi Ke and myself headed out for a spot of light griefing, nothing wrong with flipping a few miners etc (it is after all the reason the corp was booted from the alliance, something about NRDS or some such, meh.)

A quick scan of the map and I eyeball a system I'd never been to which looks like it has promise. to Pasha we went. Lolz were had at the expense of a few nooblings and one angry griefer that we um.. griefed. Our fun done with we headed home...

On the 15th we had an interesting idea.. lets go back to pasha and wardec one of the corps to which one of our recent prey belonged, so at random a target was chosen, and with my mind still in 'bored' mode I arranged the wardec.

Much raping occurred as we went about instapopping what turned out to be a corp entirely made of Russian noobs. This alone allowed some FROOTs to blow some steam off, but then suddenly a wild wardec appears! followed by 2 more!! all from Russian corps. Oops looks like we stood on someones toes. oh well fuck it all... lets rumble there's only 78 of them Vs the 6 or so of us, unfair on them really.

We blagged Utric back into corp to join us for the lols, sadly the first thing he does is dies horribly! OMFG... after a short while of skeptical skirmishing, tonight the lads were on, and once more my levels of boredom were approaching critical mass... so I start trolling their home system, sure enough soon there is a small gang of Battlecruisers all hunting for me... yoo hoo i'm up here cloaked you dumb ass's.

I decide after a quick tactical thought (i.e ... not much thought at all...) that it's time to up the levels of troll, so, Panicus is asked to join me. which he does, in a Rokh. thankfully due to a little intel work, we know their aiming for a gate jump in gank.. but, we have Endy ... in a Vindicator... fuck your Gank! gankers get nothing bitches get nothing! while arraging the finer details (which include "WARP TO ME NOW PAN FOR FUCKS SAKE!") Utric logs in and is immediately kindly asked to join us, by kindly asked I mean told to get the fuck in here.

Shit + fan.. Russians everywhere.. dead Panicus... and lots of them! (^_^) one simple logon trap later and we piled up a few extra bodies to the line up.. at this point they're logging off one after the other.

5 capable (citation required) FROOT pilots and we pretty much spanked them.

details for the dec: http://froot.horizon-host.com/kb/?a=cc_detail&ctr_id=5

lets hope we can continue the trend.

Zam.