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What would happen if the British tried to reconquer the United States?

Answer by Clyde Davies:

We'd do it gradually and insidiously.  First, we'd start exporting TV series like Sherlock to you and getting you to like them.  (We'd subsequently start exporting the actors that appeared in those series.)

 Then, you'd start using British aphorisms and expletives like 'bloody' and 'wanker', possibly together.  Finally, you'd end up playing our national sport and being better than us at it.
 
But that could never happen in a month of Sundays!  Could it?

Addendum:  we're still working on getting you to realize that 'beer' is not a word for a wan liquid that looks and tastes like gnat urine.  Until that day comes, we might well invade but we wouldn't stick around for very long.

What would happen if the British tried to reconquer the United States?

Why Do I Fight?

I have spent some time away from the fleet battles lately. I have mostly been docked up, living as close to a civilian life as a capsuleer can get for a while.  I had been experiencing some burnout.  A few poor decisions I had made had resulted in some needlessly expensive ship losses.  I had broken the cardinal rule of New Eden,

EVE Online - Gallente Frigate

EVE Online – Gallente Destroyer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

which states, don’t fly what you can’t afford to lose.

I needed some time away from fleet ops, and away from the university to reflect on myself and why it is that I fly and fight.  When I joined the Gallente Federal Naval Academy, it was never out of pure patriotism.  Sure, I took some pride in the fact that the Gallente Federation represents the only true democracy in New Eden, but, never having experienced anything else in my relatively sheltered youth, I really took this all for granted. So why was I really there?

The fact is, I had always looked up to and admired Federation Navy pilots.  Ever since I saw my uncle in his uniform for the first time, I knew that I too wanted to wear that uniform some day.  I wanted to be that hotshot with the big killboard who got all the girls. I was really there for selfish reasons.

Like I said in my first post, I was really in for a rude awakening.  Far from being a hotshot, I have yet to earn my first solo kill, and I have been pod killed more times than I can count.  I have even lost numerous ships to n0n-capsuleer opponents.  So what drives me to keep going?  What is my motivation to get back in my pod, and venture forth once more, to meet my inevitable doom?

I think maybe it’s just because I am losing my grasp on humanity.  Maybe I have just accepted the fact that this is my life now.  Kill and be killed.  Every day.  What I am really looking for is something to fight for.  Something to mean something.  Something to remind me that I was once human, and what I do still matters, or else I just become little more than a sentient piloting computer, plugged into a space craft.

While I was gone, I realized that it was the simple things that I missed the most about being a pilot.  I missed hearing the voices of my fleetmates over comms.  I missed sharing in there laughter, and having a sympathetic ear to talk to when I would loose a ship to some stupid mistake I just made, because they had all been there.  I missed the shock and awe we would inspire, when our blob fleets would suddenly spike a system.  I even missed the camaraderie and respect of our opponents.  I love it how my victim today could be my fleetmate tomorrow.  So I guess this is why I fight.  I do it for the fleet.