Happy Wednesday everyone!
Mining Tales or How I learned to stop worrying and love mining
As I sit and watch another drunken pod pilot get their corporations logo tattooed on a very interesting part of the body, I smile and hope they do not drop corp as removal of that ink would be painful. It has been a year since the Gods decided to allow corporation tattoo’s for a fee of course. That is one of the best and worse things of this world. You can do almost anything as long as you have the isk. Today I am back at the quaint tavern known as “Friendship is Fucking Magic.” Nursing another ice cold heavy water and looking into the eyes of another young miner as he says the almost mystic lines “Hey old man can you tell us about the time in the belt with the stuff?”
Laughing to myself I raise my eye and focus on this 6 monther. After swirling my drink for a moment I grunt and say there was this time….
Today is a holiday in our world. It was 2 years ago that the black hole and a plaque magically appeared in a system marking the death of a revenant. Not long after that the Gods of New Eden provided miners and industrialists with one of the greatest gifts. The futures market was added to the New Eden Stock market. This allowed miners and industrialists to stabilize prices. Miners would offer a contract to sell a set amount of mineral at a future date. Industrialist would buy this contract and know that they would have fix price for minerals. The future would be sold at a specific price and the isk was held by the market. This future could be sold to others as the expected price of minerals changed. Then when the contract matured the minerals would be sent to the holder of the future. One of the key components of this system was the automated delivery service. Red Frog was at first upset at the prospect. However it turned out that the easy of moving minerals around allowed for more movement of goods.
Another wonder came after the Gods had to defend their realm from the Jovians (it turned out to be a good thing that all those Viking swords had been stored on site). This wonder was the mining channel. The captain quarters and all video in the stations had been given numerous channels of entertainment. Some loved watching the coalition channels. There was CFC, PL, BL, Brave whatever’s, The Russians and the Failed Exam. Many folks would watch for hours and hours as all the different parts of the life of a coalition member were broadcast 23/7. However the most watched channel was the mining channel. One of the reasons that everyone watched this channel was the game show called Spin ships or mine. It was a contest in which panelist bet on how many cycles a mining Titan would complete before a hostile force made them retreat to the Ore POS. They would also bet on how many pod pilots would spin ships instead of going out to the Forever Donut War. This became the rage in part because a certain voice of a certain average pilot saying “Kurator is primary” was repeated frequently during the show.
The success of the show, lead to one of the largest legal battles ever seen in New Eden. It seemed that the certain average pilot was told how much isk the God’s were making in a large part due to the use of his lilting tones. He hired a Jovian barrister and the matter was taken up in the court of public opinion and later the Hague.
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