It's been a long time coming, but finally someone has realized that the heroes of Ginnunga are worth immortalizing in a very real way. We're getting our own monument, placed in Reykjavik, Iceland.
Ok, it MIGHT not be "our own". We MIGHT be sharing it with the rest of EVE. Still pretty epic.
Meanwhile EVE is growing as never before. It's been two weeks since The Bloodbath of B-R5RB and new players are flocking to become a part of the only sandbox MMO. Not a bad way to start off a second decade in the history of EVE.
More about the monument and the clusters of rookie pilots getting blown up in the full story.
Ginnunga Industries are proud to announce the opening of our new office in 8P9-BM at the newly built station Roys Chicken Chokin' Ranch!
When a realtor* approached our elite group** today with the unique*** offer to become one of only ten tenants before the station opened**** for business we realized it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Finally our struggle to become an important***** part of Providence bore fruit******. At 30 000 000 ISK per month it was a bargain******* we simply could not pass up!
The above picture was taken last night in 9UY4-H, a centrally located solar system in the region of New Eden known as Providence. The region which Ginnunga currently calls home.
The Ravens, a battleship class vessel with a wingspan of roughly 1 kilometer, belong to the alliance Insidious Empire. They had come to burn our home.
The question "Why would they ever do such a thing" is justified, but the answer is intricate. To understand one would need at least a glimpse into the mechanics of EVE. For those curious I will try to provide a crash course.
Beware of mutiny, I was leading Rellic, Saslic and Lyngs into great treasure and adventure, when they stabbed me in the back, by putting me in jail... ON MY OWN SHIP.
Great fun game, if you play it for what it is.