August the 12th, 2015: A day that shall live in infamy.

It all started innocently enough, Chribba was traveling through Uedama in his Charon class freighter, his hold crammed with veldspar. As the quickest way from Amarr to Jita Uedama always has plenty of haulers and traders crossing its space. But another, more destructive force also plies their trade in these space lanes. Code. Code, lead by James315, a man beloved and hated by the populous of New Eden, since the day of their creation Code have became the misery of miners and the hunters of haulers. And so, when Code spotted Chribba humbly traveling through Uedama in his freighter they knew this was their chance to get a "dank killmail" from the Veldspar god, of course Chribba also does not have a mining permit so this could also be the reason Code chose to act. Like they had done so many times before, they began bumping the Charon off of the gate before throwing themselves and their suicide ships at the freighter, hoping to take it down before concord brought their hammer of justice down upon them, and of course they succeeded.

August the 13th: Scattered protests

Miners and carebears all over New Eden where shocked at the destruction of Chribba's Charon. "They have gone too far" "These fucktards must be stopped" Were some, among many, of the cries shouted out that day. But Code and all the other pvpers and pirates simply ignored them, for they were carebears and what could they do.

August 20th: Strike

A week had passed since the first cry's of outrage, since then so much had happened. A mysterious figure had risen up to lead the carebear alliance, with many inspirational speeches and shitposts on /r/eve he had managed to get half of the miners and carebears of the cluster to rally to his cause, and more joined with each passing day. "They would defeat Code and show the other pvpers of New Eden just how powerful they were" the mysterious figure promised. They would achieve this not with violence, for that was not their way, no they would achieve this by using a tactic they had much familiarity with, they would go afk. No ores shall be mined and no missions shall be run, the materials and lp would dry up causing the eve economy to stagnate, this was their path to victory. September 26th: Griefing At first the pvpers of eve had ignored the carebear strike, for surely their need to afk mine was too strong and soon everything would return to normal, besides then had world of warships to keep them occupied till then. But things did not return to normal, the carebears kept up their strike, resources, ships and ammo began to run out. Fearing that their way of life may soon be over the pvpers threw aside their differences and joined together to force the carebears back into servitude. So began a campaign of relentless bumping, and griefing not wanting to waste precious ammo and ships only a very select few targets where suicide ganked. Dixon cox where put in charge of shit posting on r eve, a task they revelled in, test was instructed to fill local with the most autistic memes they could summon, a task they easily accomplished. Lowsec, nullsec and highsec wardeccers were all united in a way they never had been before.

October 14th: Shots fired

In the system of Silen, in the forge region, another protest was ongoing, a small group of local miners were protesting and refusing to work like so many others in the clusters, a group of local wardeccers arrived in the system to counter protest, words and insults were exchanged, things started to get heated, then a shot was fired. No one knows who fired that fatal shot, perhaps the urge of the wardeccers to pew was too strong, or perhaps one of the miners finally succumbed to his rage, this important fact is lost to the annuals of time.

October 15th: War

This shot ignited the powder keg, within 24hrs fierce battles were raging across eve, the pvpers revelled in the violence as they cut down scores of dual tanked, stabbed carebear ships, but they kept coming, the carebears seemed to have infinte resources, a life time of materials hoarded since the beginning of eve. For every 1000 carebears killed a pvper fell with them. Eventually realising that they could lose, the null sec groups retreated back into their empires to resume their risk averse, Ishtar ratting ways. Unwilling to face the fact that they may have to mine their own resources pvpers began to leave the game, what started as a trickle turned into a flood as they began to leave in droves. But on the other side new players started to come into the game, people from wow and guild wars, people who had heard of the Great War and that eve was now a safe place to pve. Ccp scrambled to please their new customer base, wardec mechanics were scraped and consensual pvp was the only form of pvp allowed, scamming was banned along with many other forms of 'griefing' And so eve became a pve haven, where pvp was frowned upon and in many cases forbidden.

As Chribba sat in his chair he smiled, after so many years his plan had finally come to fruition, ever since he had lost that unfit falcon in null way back in 2009 he had sworn to rid eve of pvp. And so began a long and cunning plan. First he gained peoples trust by becoming a trusted third party and a staunch neutral, this caused people to love and respect him and he became the lord of carebears. He then intentionally lost the freighter in Uedama, he knew Code would never pass up on a chance like that, before quietly fanning the flames of war and firing that fatal first shot. He chuckled to himself, Chribba always wins, the ore must flow.