Posted Tue, Jul 26, 2011 by The Mittani
Now I'm about to fly out to Nevada to speak at EVE Vegas, where more than 200 people are heading for a weekend of drinking, gambling, showgirls and spaceships. I’m supposed to give some kind of a lecture as a speaker, and I have no idea what that will be. Somewhere along the line I managed to lose my sense of perspective on public speaking, having become frighteningly blase about giving off-the-cuff speeches about EVE to large groups of nerds, which is I suppose one very tangible real-world benefit to come from my gaming habit.
I’m not sure if what I’ve penned is a cautionary tale, a lament, or just a feeble attempt to get my head around what’s happened. The CCP Marketing department would probably say it’s an advertisement for the engagement their game engenders. Yet until 2009 I had a rough guide for where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do in EVE - espionage - and now I find that I’ve flown far from my home in Wisconsin four months out of the last five to either speak or engage in political activity for a MMO (“political activity for a MMO” is, itself, complete madness, yet we take it for granted in EVE). From one perspective this could seem awesome or horrifying. Yet most of the time I just find myself wondering how the hell I ended up here - and how long it will be before I, too, build a hut for elves in my back yard.