Have you been on Facebook or Reddit in the last few days? Sheesh, talk about anger. There are some truly hostile, angry, mean, and often personal things being said about certain people at CCP. It doesn't even matter why, or what, or any of the reasons for it. That isn't the point of my post today. Just keep that in mind as we move forward. Hundreds of people, anger, vile words, and Memes, and whatnots.

Now that we have the proper mental picture, let us reflect on your friendly neighborhood blogger over here on Eveoganda. Generally regarded by most as a decent enough fella. Given to troublemaking tendencies sure, but always with the greater good in mind. He gets mad sometimes, but its always about making Eve better. Gooder even. Putting Frills back on Vagabonds. Hats on avatars. Opening doors. And often advocating for a better Eve Store experience.

Oh and I make arts. And videos. And I have this podcast. Etc.

Back when I started this blog I was just a faceless player starting his adventures in New Eden. Over the years that has transformed a bit, mostly just due to pure hard headedness on my part. Stick around long enough and stuff is bound to happen. Along the way I made fun of CCP sometimes, they banned my store, I made Frills on Tweetfleet avatars, they did their thing and I did mine. It wasn't until they called me one day to suggest we do some work together that things changed. For awhile there I seemed like a golden boy, shit was tight. Suddenly my support tickets got answered right away. Finally, after years of rejection, the logs finally showed things. My art hung on the o7 Show walls for over two years. I was in like Flynn. And then things went the other way rather quickly.

No need to re-hash old news. So lets skip ahead a bit and reflect on the following photo. Please keep in mind the Facebook/Reddit anger thing I mentioned earlier.


So that's me (on the left) with Hilmar (on the right) at Nora's in Reykjavik the night before Fanfest. He walked in and after a few minutes I went up and we started talking for about fifteen minutes or so. We even had a nice laugh about the time he shot me down at the Charity dinner in 2015. I felt comfortable enough to invite him to join me on After Hours to talk about the legacy of Eve and the early days. Anniversaries are coming up and he seemed genuinely interested in doing it. Send me an email he said, and my people will work out my schedule.

You see even with all the crap that was going on at the time, I'm still just a big old goof. I figured all this stuff was behind us and we'd all just move on down the road like adults.

Uh no. What you don't know is that I did send that email and I got an immediate reply. You see Rixx has been a bad boy, he wrote bad things about CCP and the store and the Art Posters. All of which was true, but never mind that we are putting him on super secret probation. Although we are not going to call it that. So non-super secret probation. Either way the results are the same.

So no to having Hilmar on the podcast. My art came down off the walls of the o7Show in case you didn't notice. My segment "Hauling Thoughts" nowhere to be seen. (And no word from anyone on that either btw, it just didn't air.)

So yeah. Lately I've been struggling a bit with what this means going forward. What role do I have now, what should I write here in these pages? I criticized a company that makes a game I love for doing nothing for a year, keeping my mouth shut about it for a YEAR, until I finally had enough. Dealt with it. Like an adult. And then sat thru a horrible roundtable with twenty other players all of whom felt exactly like I did. And wrote a well-reasoned and logical article about it.

Remember those angry Facebook and Reddit posters from earlier? That's like a Hydrogen Bomb next to my little hand grenade.

So essentially I've come to this conclusion my friends. I'm moving on without CCP. I don't need them to play Eve and run my Corporation or Alliance. I don't need them to make more art or write or podcast or make videos or anything else really. I won't need them to make an Eve based Card Game or an Eve based Coloring Book either. Once I started thinking about it, I quickly realized I don't need them for much of anything.

I'd rather do this stuff with them, sure. But they don't need to be there. And given the childish and often immature ways in which they seem to handle things, maybe I'm better off without them.

HTFU indeed.


  1. A very interesting read Rixx. I have my feelings that things are changing internally at CCP, and this is perhaps a sign of things to come...

    1. Things do seem to be moving in different directions lately. I'm not smart enough to figure out if it has deeper meaning or not. Time will tell.

    2. Much agreed with both of you. I've felt for a while now that things aren't "business as usual" over there. It's almost like they are ignoring their customers lately.

    3. My bet is on a sell so Hilmar can retire. Hilmar steps down, his share is sold to a stakeholder (new or current) and the company majorities shift to favor either one of the current investors or a new one. VR is the bait and EVE the hook.

      Thus CCP as a company is shifting towards looking more "buyable" and less "quirky" to not spoil the deal. Plus the added factor that the bait (VR) is growing old so the deal must be done in the coming months.

      In that context, something they don't need is someone showing off better skills in monetizing their customer base, even if that someone is a professional in the marketing field rather than some unexperienced employees begrudgingly appointed to the job.

  2. I feel like there are a lot of people at CCP that are great and very player friendly but the business end of the company is poorly run. All the devs I ran into at fanfest were awesome but then I hear stories like this.

    1. Nothing that I've written has anything to do with the people themselves for the most part, the people that make up CCP are generally awesome. Having said that, my wife and I were both treated rather poorly by a few unnamed employees at Fanfest this year. There are certain people that wouldn't make eye contact, or in some cases would get up and obviously leave the area if we came close. My wife was treated rather rudely several times by a couple of CCP employees.

  3. I always prefer to think the best of people (although Eve as a game suggests paranoia as the best approach). It is disappointing to hear of such playground behaviour from any of CCP's employees.
    Please continue in the way you prefer as I enjoy your blog. It is one of the few I check out every day. Just for God's sake don't incur the attention of their legal team :)

    1. John thanks for reading and for the support. Trust me I know exactly how close to the edge I can go and I have no intention of getting attention from the legal team. That strategy didn't work, time for a new one. I call it "being awesome"

  4. (imagine the scene. Several shadowy forms sitting around a table in a dark room. Smoke strains the air purifiers and a lonely tuxedo wearing violinist is playing a mournful dirge. One shadowed form pours Dom Brenevin into glasses on the table and plates of fermented shark are placed in front of each seat)

    "Boys", says the Brandoesque head of the table as he packs cotton wads in his cheeks, "we have a problem." A chorus of nay-saying rises lightly above the violin wail. "We have a player that is causing trouble. I have decided that we will black ball him." Ascents round the table and the Gawdfadder raises his hands. "We will give him enough rope to hang himself."

    "What kind of rope?" asks a timid voice at the table

    The Gawdfadder ponders for a moment and responds "A sturdy one."

    "What color rope?" responds another and the collective of the table gasp at the brash statement.

    "White, I think." The Gawdfadder responds to a revel of cheers and agreements.

    "Uh, how much should we give him?" a quavering voice asks, silencing the applause. All turn to the leader, basking in the wisdom to come.

    "We shall need advice on this." the Gawdfather says derisively.

    One of the seated men pulls his cell phone and begins stabbing with a nicotine stained finger.

    "Who are you calling?" asks the Gawdfadder with a wheeze.

    "Jimmy 'the rope maker' Paollini, Gawdfadder. He knows all about ropes." the man responds, beaming at his initiative.

    The Gawdfadder frowns and tisks. "We have no need of his professional services." and pulls a sword from his expensive suit and lops the head from the unfortunate ladder climber.

    The Gawdfadder turns slowly and peers at one of the other unfortunates sitting around the table. "Begin a focus group. Study the science of the rope. Return when you have solid working knowledge but keep this quiet." he wheezes, replacing the cotton balls that have tumbled out of his mouth. "We don't want this to be general knowledge. It could cause us to lose face to the organization."

    The rest turn to their plates and begin eating their fermented shark, quietly nodding their agreement.

    1. And this is yet another reason why I count Mr Random among my friends


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