Bars in Iceland stay open until six in the morning, but the streets look deserted. If you can brave the wind and stand on Reykjavik’s main street, you’ll see an evolved dance of humanity: the Icelandic intra-pub sprint-huddle. It’s a strange penguin shuffle that takes people through the bitter cold to their next source of booze. It’s bloody-mindedness on a national scale. I first saw it 12 hours after my interview with Reynir, and connected it immediately to the discussion I had earlier in the day.
Fleet battles are EVE’s trump card. The greatest of these have become folklore, scenes powerful enough to yank the eyes of people who’d never willingly play internet spaceships. Thousands tune into the Alliance tournament livestream, as Derek Wise – EVE’s senior technical director – excitably informs me. He explains how the pilots involved fly wildly complex ship variants into battle. I can feel him straining to tell me more, explain the benefits of exact fittings, but my simple grin when he describes how a gang of drakes isn’t always the best PvP option warns him off. It’s comforting to see this level of genuine passion, especially from someone exposed to the game’s inner guts on a daily basis.
Sag mir einfach Deinen Ingame-Namen und Du kriegst erstmal zwei Millionen zum Spielen.
Die ersten monate waren schonn speziell,aber das beste überhaupt?Das halt ich dan doch für übertrieben.
Was ich übrigens toll finde: Keine Learning-Skills mehr!
