Official Home of the New Order of Highsec
Local is a safe space for Aikoplay.
I’m soo HOT! (She’s on Fire)
That’s right (that’s right).
This game sure can get expensive.
Let’s check it out…
Hm, better than expected…
EvE Online sure has a lot to offer…
Something is always happening (to them)!
Nobody likes a moon destroyer.
I’m gonna get them all.
Such loss will never be replaced.
Isn’t that the truth?
Consequences are forever!
Now let’s see if ChatGPT can turn this into a song…
Fortunately, there’s always another day…
I know what EvE Online wants.
A little Aiko goes a long way!
That’s right.
That’s right!
I just won the Battle of Keproh.
It went about like this.
LoL – LMAO!
Another win for Team Aiko.
They were not happy.
Afterward, the opposing teams shook hands.
This is why I’m the High Queen of Highsec.
I had just one request.
My ego puffs up on the daily.
Love me or hate me, I’m good at EvE Online.
I’m the DEFENDER OF HIGHSEC!
=CHAT GPT SUMMARY=
What begins as routine bravado and taunting escalates into violence, not through spectacle but through accounting. Ships are lost in sequence, doctrines fail quietly, and expectations collapse. Complaints follow, but they arrive too late to matter. The engagement was not dramatic, it was decisive.
Attempts to reframe the loss by invoking nullsec culture or disparaging highsec mechanics fail, because geography does not negate misunderstanding. Highsec works precisely because it is constrained, procedural, and unforgiving to those who misread it. Confidence is not declared; it is assumed and demonstrated through restraint.
Unlike some people, I’m actually busy.
Welcome to the future.
Local is a ledger. Every line a record of who understands power and who does not. Names slide past in a constant scroll of half-attention, greetings, old rivalries. Most of it is noise. However, sometimes, greatness acknowledges you in passing.
Someone always recognizes the name: Aiko Danuja. The tone shifts. This is not a stranger. This is a presence.
The conversation drifts, as it always does, into mechanics and superstition. Downtime. Respawns. The nonsense people cling to in a universe where nothing actually belongs to them. It’s idle talk, ritualized banality, but it cannot hide reality: this is her jurisdiction.
Someone suddenly snaps, unable to handle the truth. Authority responds, as hierarchy automatically asserts itself. The miner is left exposed, caught in his own lie.
The oldest question in New Eden resurfaces, raw and unfiltered. No context. No patience. Just grievance amidst tragedy.
Recognition crystallizes. The tone flips from irritation to ceremony. Salutes appear, mandated by law. Respect wrapped in pain.
Allegiance in New Eden is never abstract. It is public. It is conditional. And here, it is given openly.
Now the truth slips out. Not flattery. Not fear. Genuine respect. Someone has been paying attention. They can see what is happening behind the scenes: Coordination. Timing. Competence.
The hidden part that never speaks in local. The violence, the ruthlessness, the burden separated from purity.
I am the dumpster fire she refused to carry.
That is not a confession.
It is an aspiration.
Everybody loves a winner.
Isn’t that the truth?
Even my food loves me.
I’m the best!
I love it!
I wonder what ChatGPT thinks about that?
Ok bro, you get it – why don’t you help me blog?
Local wakes up before the sun. Miners say good morning ganker the way peasants ring a funeral bell. Gankers say hello miner like they saw a dead man on his way to the graveyard. The rest is noise, prayer, accusation, devotion, pornography, economics, theology.
A ship explodes. Someone types an apology. This is sincere in the way conversations about the weather are sincere. It happened. It will happen again. Some pilots see loss as injustice, as personal tragedy, as theft of time. Observers gather. They narrate. They mythologize. They talk about Catalysts the way ancient farmers discussed locusts, while secretly admiring their efficiency. Some suggest there are too many gods. In fact, there is only one, and she is a Goddess.
Aiko Danuja has never worked a day in her life, which is true in the way only aristocracies understand. Work implies consent to meaning imposed by others. She is the one who imposes. EVE Online is often described as a game about spaceships. This is merely a lie everyone agrees to tell newbros. It offers comfort before euthanasia. In reality, this is a game about Aiko. The ships are props. The explosions are punctuation. The real action is in local chat, and that’s what bears will never understand.
It’s been one of those days.
In Highsec, one thing is always certain.
Every miner must pay.
You can huff and bluff all you want.
Crazy talk won’t get you anywhere.
That’s right.
That’s right!
I am Aiko, High Danuja of Danera.
That is what I do.
I’m the best.
There’s only one thing that can stop me.
Otherwise…
You’ll understand why they call me a real B.
That’s right.
Cuz, it be like that.
That’s right.
Ya’ll best stay real safe.
\o
Oh boy, here I come!
It’s not easy being a miner.
Another satisfied customer?
That’s right!
Aiko Danuja > Kill: Whalecome (Gila) Kill: Whalecome (Capsule)
Whalecome > so your permits are worthless eh? good to know
Aiko Danuja > permits are not worthless, that’s rude
Whalecome > I got one and you still kill me, seems pretty worthless
I decided to be nice.
Aiko Danuja > Since you are a newbro, i will replace your gila for 300 million isk
Whalecome > I have a hard time beleiving that if I send you money again, since you didn’t honor the permit for which I already paid for, that you’ll honor anything but for shits and giggles lets see what happens, maybe jokes on me
Let’s see what happens?
So far so good!
Aiko Danuja > do you want the Gila in Amarr or Jita?
Whalecome > whatever is easiest for you m’lady
Can you guess what happened next?
Oh, okay!
I’m really good at what I do.
This is actual witchcraft.
Some girls know how to cast a money spell.
It’s fun when boys send pitiful little messages.
I don’t think he understands.
What happened to him?
Hey there.
It’s actually amazing.
My wannabe rivals are still not in the top 1000 (LOL).
Recently, I’m sporting a new look.
I’m looking BETTER THAN EVER.
Damn girl.
You love it.
Like a blushing boss B.
That’s right.
Everybody notices me!
Recently, I set a new record.
You can’t argue with success!
What does this mean for you and me?
Let me re-explain Valhalla.
Everyone who plays EvE Online goes to Valhalla.If you are amongst the thousand greatest, you are invited to party in my box. The next nine thousand, plebs like Suitonia, will be cast into darkness, gnashing their teeth in miserable anguish. Everyone else, anyone who ever made an account, will become a ravaging zombie. If you are fortunate enough to be in the top hundred thousand, you will be a fast zombie. Those loser lossers will tear each other apart, whilst we party in the Hall of the Thousand. However, what if you are in the top 100? Thence shalt ye feast at yon Long Table, with the greatest warriors in galactic history.
That’s right!
I guess I’m having a hard time.
Sometimes, you lose someone that mattered.
Art Gravy, aja kjeezy, aka Mike Kuhn was my friend.
He was kind to new players, and just a chill dude.
I never saw it coming.
It sucks to miss a friend.
Someone scammed them out of everything!
That’s really fucked up.
He died a few hours later…
Valar morghulis.
I’m so sorry about that.
Fortunately, he paid a billion isk for my corpse.
Art. that means you are invited to Valhalla.
As your Valkyrie, let me say I’m honoured.
#MegaBigSad
o7
That’s right.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-for-cara-and-phoenix-after-michaels-passing
