That sentence was thrown at me by my mother after the first time I got really drunk on a night out and came home way later than the time I had been given to return. I looked pretty dishevelled. Barely able to walk straight and with my makeup messed up (I still did that makeup thing when I was way younger than I am now)
Since then, 24 years have passed and I am no longer accountable to anyone in that respect except maybe to my cats who look at me through half closed eyes in that way cats can look at you that makes you feel bad about yourself.
Yet, I remembered that night after a recent excursion in-game.
A few days ago, several people of my alliance went out on a nullsec roam with T1 cruisers. We had an armour fleet composition which is not optimal for nullsec, but it was as much about practising to fly armour ships (which makes sense in our wormhole environment) as it was for innocent fun.
We were busy for hours and eventually ended up in a mutual baiting match with EVE University forces. In the process of that I jumped ahead through a gate to survey the next system and found myself facing a Rote Kapelle gang comprised of Tornadoes and Taloses with a few Stilettos for tackling.
Naturally my Vexor did not make it back out the gate before they alpha'ed me off the field, and my pod didn't survive either.
After that, our next-in-line FC did his best to try and peel off something from that RTK force but we only lost a few more before everyone went to ground and eventually sneaked back out.
All that time I was sitting in station listening to the proceedings while sitting in station with my cloaky Loki I had flown out. When it was clear there was nothing we could do anymore - our forces scattered - I decided to fly home to our wormhole. It was close to 06:00 in the morning after all.
Our route back in went through a rather dodgy region of lowsec between Taisy and Oba. Those two systems are gateways into northern nullsec and usually see quite some action. I jumped into a gatecamp which I casually evaded and then landed in a rather big fight at an out-gate which I also more-or-less ignored.
I was considering to engage the few guys on the other side, but decided against it not because I felt it was too dangerous, but because I really felt like hugging my pillow instead.
I held cloak, even weighing the issue for some time.
Eventually, I warped away and went home, logging off in our wormhole.
Has anyone reading this spotted the major omission in that story?
It only hit me the next Monday. I was at work, bantering with my alliance mates on Jabber. Suddenly it came up, I opened EVEGate and saw it: I had forgotten to upgrade my clone after being podded.
There I was. In the depths of wormhole space! With an Alpha Grade clone to back up my 60 mill skillpoints!
The last time I felt so queasy involved an accident with a condom and the very real possibility of me getting pregnant because of it.
I literally had to get up from my chair and get out for some air.
EVE was real - My mind hadn't been there at a crucial moment.
I am still hiding cloaked because I still didn't make it out to upgrade my clone.
Ok, I was negligent and didn't pay attention, but one thing struck me as odd in all of this: When I hopped back into my Loki, the game deemed it necessary to warn me that I will lose skillpoints if I lose that ship.
There was no warning that I will lose many more skillpoints if I get podded after I undock with an insufficient clone.
I find that a bit inconsistent. What do you think about that?