crystal blue eyes

In Evati there is a Disco of a special kind.
It's not the sound, because they play modern sound of all kinds allthough you'd hear the whole spectrum of danceable sounds.
It's not the people as such with the exception that you would not only find one single generation like teenagers, but all generations and ages of people who feel like dancing.
What makes that Disco special is: You don't do solo dancing there, at least if you don't want to look stupid.
Yes ! There is only pairwise dancing there and with modern sounds in a full house !
It's a place where men are still real men and women are real women.
It's the place where Humpfgrunz lives and dreams of all day. It's his personal drug.

The most fascinating eyes are a special kind of blue ones. Eyes, in a light shade of blue where small dark lines give them a crystallish look. This are eyes of the kind which once stole Humpfgrunz' soul. He's grown older by now and he is immune but those crystal blue eyes still fascinate him whereever he meets them.
So he stands on the dancefloor looking into such eyes, having every single muscle under tension and waiting for the next piece of music to begin.
The owner of those eyes opposing him on that floor is the hell of a cat. Not only has she danced in the highest class of latin-dancers internationally, but she is throughly trained and an expert in kickbox-aerobics. You'd trash Lara Croft in exchange for her !
The tension rises with the start of the intro. Both bodies wave synchronous to the music and all hands touch each other's hands.
With the first beat he pushes her right hand into a backplace step where her right foot touches the ground behind her and her left feet is shortly lifted from the ground just to touch it again with the arrival of the second beat. She then takes the energy of his tearing left hand to make a huge step ahead finishing it at the third beat and finishing the move at the fourth beat with a sharp 180° turn. He did the same, so they face each other again having changed places. Then they change place again, but instead of letting her do a large step ahead he leads her into a three step turn. The next few beats he leads her into various figures letting her spin and counterspin, does a doublespin himself. Armes get crossed and straigt again. Then after both have become familiar the dance is lifted to the next level. Moves stop being linear, so e.g. the long step gets prolonged up to three beats instead of one, just to be finished in an explosive move. He catches her in and sends her out where she sends her hand straigth to heaven starts twisting her body while her hand moves down on it and she folds to her knees and gets up again showing off herselves. Then she uses lasting tension of his hand to get into the beat again and a few moments and another three step turn later he has his right hand at her neck and lays her down with her having her left hand straight out as well as her left foot. He lifts her slowly the next few beats and just in the moment she fully stands on her feet again he gives her shoulder a spin with the hand which was at her neck a few moments before.
A few moments later she raises the level of the dance again by not just following his leads, but by breaking out and shaping the movement herselves. She starts exposing the cat she thoroughly is.
Now both look constantly deep into each other's eyes, she into his brown ones and he into her crystal blue ones, just to foresee each others intended moves.
Now there are explosions and slowdowns, twists, spins, three step turns, counterspins, breaks and breakouts, action and reaction.
It's the moment when time gets forgotten.
About two hours and thousands of moves later, both fully exhausted smile and thank each other for the dance and then seek for a drink as soon as possible.

Every man and every woman bear their own dance within themselves.
If both manage to give their inner beast the freedom it needs a new dance is born a miracle like a prayer to a higher being. While living that dance you are relieved from any burden which life puts on your shoulders. It's only you, those crystal blue eyes and moves in the river of emotions.

The day I'll die will be the day I'll repeat that dance again leaving this world when it finishes.

birth of a soldier

Hi folks !

Humpfgrunz was born the 18th of june 2008. He's name was chosen by its godly creator because this char was his first and thus experimental char to enter EVE Online. He was ment to do everything wrong which can be done wrong just to be removed after a few days or weeks and be replaced by new chars doing right what he had wrongly done.
"Charisma" sounds cool thought his creator and made him a Gallentean Activist of the Federal Navy academy with an extremely high charisma.
The next few days Humpfgrunz was busy flying missions and cursing about the lousy bounties.
In some help-channel he got the advice to use a salvager, so he bought the skill and began to salvage the missions.
The loot seeming most useful was mounted on his ship, so he soon flew a tristan with autocannons, cap booster and overdrive since he couldn't use neither afterburner nor microwarpdrive then.
To survive missions he flew them in so called "takeout runs" that meant he entered the mission, killed some ships and left for a nearby station to recover his shield. He wondered why his shields tanked so badly and chose to equip his Gallentean frig with a shield booster.
A week or two later Humpfgrunz began to fly a destroyer. First he tried to equip his Catalyst with lasers but those pesky things used too much capacitor, so he chose railguns because he wanted the range. Because that ship had a hangar for one drone he chose to use a mining drone which he could direct to some nearby asteroids for a little extra income.
He needed that income, since he lost ships and fittings as well as some then overly expensive +2 Implants when his autopilot chose to take a shortcut through 0.0. Lowsec wasn't such a problem, though he didn't know better than to fly with autopilot and to speed those endless journeys up a bit he just kicked on the microwarpdrive everytime he got out of a warp. (some few weeks later he realized that manual flying was possible and even faster than using that supid autopilot).

Now that the first month of his existence had passed, his godly creator chose to stop learning everything just by doing and to start collecting tutorials, informations and software just to support his creation in EVE Online. Tutorials were read, EFT and EVEMon installed, forums were read and the wisdom of others applied to the skilling plans, fittings and actions of Humpfgrunz.
The time was ripe to get into collective action and to join a corporation. Humpfgrunz wanted company and thus he set up his criteria: 0.0, PvP and mission running as well as insight into other activities possible in EVE Online. In the belief to have found what he sought he joined the Corporation "Die LIGA" (the league).
Those guys were friendly and really helpful. Tax was really low at 5%. Humpfgrunz ran missions up to Level3 by then grinding standing with several agents.
Flying in a small group through Providence (CVA-Area) every second week for hours avoiding any real targets was called PvP and once our Humpfgrunz landed in a bubble with his friends and all reapproched the gate and went on in their journey. Due to the lack of knowledge he naturally chose to use his mission thorax with armor reppers and Capacitor Power Relays in the lows as well as their pendants in the meds just to keep that ship capstable.

Then there were the wars. Cool ! Some idiot declared war on us, Humpfgrunz thought, just to realize that Voicecomms (TS) became empty in that time as well as nearly everyone suddenly was very busy at being absent. Others suddenly were about 30-40 jumps away to be found.
Humpfgrunz knew he couldnt fight a Sleipnir neither with his Thorax, nor with his Myrmidon. At least not with his current skills and soon he began to skill for better resistence on his ship, for being able to ECM and ECCM, for being able to use Warp Disruptors and Warp Scramblers while he sat on station waiting for friends defending the corporation.
Once a week together with the CEO and some friends Humpfgrunz made in that corporation they indeed managed to get a fleet of about 10 Pilots together. But the wartargets chose to stay docked then or just to stay within docking range. It was boring and it was frustrating.

The CEO of Die LIGA, who didn't want to spend the money for creating an alliance, chose to enter a pact with some other companies as e.g. Hital. This pact meant that we'd declare war on any foe who would declare war on one of our allied companies. And finally it meant we had lots of wars. We did joint operations together with the other corps, but the largest fleet we had out of over 500 members was the size of just more than 20 participants.
We lost ships in the dozens and we just killed one or two. It was frustrating.
Humpfgrunz started intensive discussions within the corporation. He expressed all his frustration with the wimpy behaviour of the members. He didn't understand why all this guys and women (yes there were !) did collect billions of ISK other than to have it blown up in PVP.

One of our allied companies, Hital, chose to rent some professionals to handle the problem with Highsec wardeccing idiots with advanced station camping skill V. Hital rent GIS, Gemeinschaft interstellarer Soeldner. Suddenly our wartargets were docked all day, their homebase secured and suddenly they weren't able to undock for more than a few seconds without being killed.

Humpfgrunz was impressed. This GIS folks did what he would like to have done.
Then came the message that one of his friends at Die LIGA left and went to become a GIS member. Humpfgrunz wanted to be there, too and thus started a conversation with his overly enthusiastic friend. After that discussion he immediately dropped all his rights in his current corporation and the next days he got into a conversation with the recruiting officer.
A few moments later, one week after his friend, he was GIS member himself.

A soldier was born.


Disclaimer: my native language is an ancient form of german called "Schwiizerdütsch" or swiss german. Thus my posts will and do contain a huge amount of misspelling, misswording and every other kind of grammatical and orthographic error you can imagine.