Tave88 > how to war dec someone?
Tave88 > i just want to know how
Nethira Kol > Well, when a mommy corp and a daddy corp really love each other
Nethira Kol > and the daddy corp gets drunk and pays concord alot of money.
Hel Bent > rofl
Nethira Kol > Concord won't answer the phone when mommy corp calls.
Nethira Kol > and that is how you wardec.
Tave88 > i just want to know how
Nethira Kol > Well, when a mommy corp and a daddy corp really love each other
Nethira Kol > and the daddy corp gets drunk and pays concord alot of money.
Hel Bent > rofl
Nethira Kol > Concord won't answer the phone when mommy corp calls.
Nethira Kol > and that is how you wardec.
Lothros Andastar > i once sprained my thumb
Lothros Andastar > thats my worst fapping injury
Lothros Andastar > thats my worst fapping injury
Some Belated Holiday Spirit from Sq Sqeakums:
'Twas the night before Evemas, when all through the system
Not a pirate was stirring, not even a rat;
The haulers were docked by the pleasue hub with care,
In hopes that Gallante females soon would be there;
NORAD was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Quafe danced in their heads;
And I in my 'kerchief, and Seraph in his cap,
Had just jumped to his safe-spot for a quick nap,
When up on the screen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Restoring the window I flew like a flash,
Checking the scanners to avoid any clash.
The seventh moon which was all a-glow
Gave the luster of trit to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature rifter and eight tiny drone-deer,
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Concord.
More rapid than Ravens his drones they came,
And on local he shouted and called them by name;
"Now Badger! now, Badger! now, Badger and Badger!
On, Badger! on, Badger! on, Mushroom and Mushroom!
To the top of the billbard! to the station wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As newbies before that before the guardians fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, straight through it they fly,
So up to the station-top the drones they flew,
With the rifter full of mins, and St. Concord too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on my scanners
The nearing and locking of each little drone.
As I tapped my engines, and was turning around,
Into my sight St. Concord warped with a bound.
He was dressed like a Caldari, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of items he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dealer just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smole it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a secure can full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when me/ laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my cargo hold then turned with a jerk,
And tapping his engines, steady as he goes,
And giving a nod, up his rifter rose;
He set his destination, to his drones gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him on local, ere he warped out of sight,
"Happy Evemas to all, and to all a good night!
'Twas the night before Evemas, when all through the system
Not a pirate was stirring, not even a rat;
The haulers were docked by the pleasue hub with care,
In hopes that Gallante females soon would be there;
NORAD was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Quafe danced in their heads;
And I in my 'kerchief, and Seraph in his cap,
Had just jumped to his safe-spot for a quick nap,
When up on the screen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Restoring the window I flew like a flash,
Checking the scanners to avoid any clash.
The seventh moon which was all a-glow
Gave the luster of trit to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature rifter and eight tiny drone-deer,
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Concord.
More rapid than Ravens his drones they came,
And on local he shouted and called them by name;
"Now Badger! now, Badger! now, Badger and Badger!
On, Badger! on, Badger! on, Mushroom and Mushroom!
To the top of the billbard! to the station wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As newbies before that before the guardians fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, straight through it they fly,
So up to the station-top the drones they flew,
With the rifter full of mins, and St. Concord too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on my scanners
The nearing and locking of each little drone.
As I tapped my engines, and was turning around,
Into my sight St. Concord warped with a bound.
He was dressed like a Caldari, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of items he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dealer just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smole it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a secure can full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when me/ laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my cargo hold then turned with a jerk,
And tapping his engines, steady as he goes,
And giving a nod, up his rifter rose;
He set his destination, to his drones gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him on local, ere he warped out of sight,
"Happy Evemas to all, and to all a good night!
Lord Helghast > OH god petition this, and get a CSM support im so sick of seeing missles spew out of the top of a drake like its a frigging pong paddle
Jenina Hawke > Hey, I'm having company over!
Jenina Hawke > Cannot run around in my Jessica Rabbit suit... well... I could... but we have a brainstorming session....
Rozaar Auroa > crist who do you have to kill to see that outfit on jen?
Rozaar Auroa > hehe
Jenina Hawke > Roz... I would have to say - you
Jenina Hawke > Tolin Dorden: You up for the job, Pirate?
Jenina Hawke > Cannot run around in my Jessica Rabbit suit... well... I could... but we have a brainstorming session....
Rozaar Auroa > crist who do you have to kill to see that outfit on jen?
Rozaar Auroa > hehe
Jenina Hawke > Roz... I would have to say - you
Jenina Hawke > Tolin Dorden: You up for the job, Pirate?
Treunt > I lose Drakes like high school girls lose their virginity :)
<ifni> i think i slept with xhagen last night
Augin Soric > AMARR FW FORECAST
Monday - nothing
Tuesday - nothing
Wednesday - nothing
Thrursday - OMGWTF 120-man blob of RAEP
Friday - nothing
Saturday - still nothing
Sunday - 1 frigate because he missed the weekly blob on thursday
Monday - nothing
Tuesday - nothing
Wednesday - nothing
Thrursday - OMGWTF 120-man blob of RAEP
Friday - nothing
Saturday - still nothing
Sunday - 1 frigate because he missed the weekly blob on thursday
Yorlock > I KILL ore theives
Yorlock > this destroyer is armed nad can drop an indy
Yorlock > stupid chinese farmers stealing my ore
Yorlock > come to last belt
Yorlock > stupid ch--- bastards
Yasujiro Kaibara > Good day to you too, sir!
[Less than a minute later, Yasujiro heads back and scoops some more of his ore. The destroyer "that can drop an indy" turns out just to be a Coercer packed to the brim with Miner I's.]
Yorlock > F- you theiving scum
Yasujiro Kaibara > Citizen, I would strongly advise against littering in the asteroid belts. It may damage a poor rookie pilot's armor plating. I'll scoop that up for you.
Yorlock > you going to lose that indy and your pod scumbag
Yasujiro Kaibara > Enough with the idle threats. I'm simply doing my duty of cleaning up your jettisoned garbage for reprocessing. You should be grateful.
Yorlock > yor a theiving scum who might as well re roll
Yorlock > you are taking my hard earned ore i am trying to save for a barge yuou stupid slime
Yorlock > you owe me 500k... oay now if your smart
Yasujiro Kaibara > Then perhaps you shouldn't carelessly jettison your promptly harvested and oh-so-precious ore as if it were garbage.
Yorlock > everyone mines to can you moron
Yorlock > its faster to come pick it up with my indy
Yorlock > please leave my ore alone
Yorlock > anyone want to killa theiving ISK farmer
Yorlock > 1mil isk if you kill this theiving jerk in last belt
Yorlock > this destroyer is armed nad can drop an indy
Yorlock > stupid chinese farmers stealing my ore
Yorlock > come to last belt
Yorlock > stupid ch--- bastards
Yasujiro Kaibara > Good day to you too, sir!
[Less than a minute later, Yasujiro heads back and scoops some more of his ore. The destroyer "that can drop an indy" turns out just to be a Coercer packed to the brim with Miner I's.]
Yorlock > F- you theiving scum
Yasujiro Kaibara > Citizen, I would strongly advise against littering in the asteroid belts. It may damage a poor rookie pilot's armor plating. I'll scoop that up for you.
Yorlock > you going to lose that indy and your pod scumbag
Yasujiro Kaibara > Enough with the idle threats. I'm simply doing my duty of cleaning up your jettisoned garbage for reprocessing. You should be grateful.
Yorlock > yor a theiving scum who might as well re roll
Yorlock > you are taking my hard earned ore i am trying to save for a barge yuou stupid slime
Yorlock > you owe me 500k... oay now if your smart
Yasujiro Kaibara > Then perhaps you shouldn't carelessly jettison your promptly harvested and oh-so-precious ore as if it were garbage.
Yorlock > everyone mines to can you moron
Yorlock > its faster to come pick it up with my indy
Yorlock > please leave my ore alone
Yorlock > anyone want to killa theiving ISK farmer
Yorlock > 1mil isk if you kill this theiving jerk in last belt
Murakami > humm I think Im strictly male with girlish dunno tendancys
Fi0nA > yous pend a lto of time in tenhe mirro?
Fi0nA > hmm yup tylenol sid ef kicking in
Murakami > lol
Fi0nA > aw shit brian is going'
Fi0nA > brain
Fi0nA > ROFL
Fi0nA > drugs are bad kids
Murakami > I have to say none but I use alcahol as a miricle drug so
Fi0nA > lol
Fi0nA > imma have to view the log wheren we're sober
Murakami > lo save it m8
Murakami > *lol
Fi0nA > haha
Fi0nA > frame it
Fi0nA > as s agin to kids not to get fdrunk on saturdays
Fi0nA > yous pend a lto of time in tenhe mirro?
Fi0nA > hmm yup tylenol sid ef kicking in
Murakami > lol
Fi0nA > aw shit brian is going'
Fi0nA > brain
Fi0nA > ROFL
Fi0nA > drugs are bad kids
Murakami > I have to say none but I use alcahol as a miricle drug so
Fi0nA > lol
Fi0nA > imma have to view the log wheren we're sober
Murakami > lo save it m8
Murakami > *lol
Fi0nA > haha
Fi0nA > frame it
Fi0nA > as s agin to kids not to get fdrunk on saturdays