Shade Morninstar > Belive me.. If there is anyone you dont wont running a powerplant. It is a Iceland.
Nomious > shade: oh? why is that?
Shade Morninstar > We talk about everyhing first. Then we start doing somthing. Then we start thinking we may have made a mistake.. But we decide to continue working, and ignore the mistake.
Nomious > ah yeah..reminde me to never invest in any high tech stuff in iceland then hehe
Nomious > doh to late!
Nivlartar > ehhm U allready have Nomi
Nivlartar > CCP = Iceland
Nivlartar > hehe
Nomious > shade: oh? why is that?
Shade Morninstar > We talk about everyhing first. Then we start doing somthing. Then we start thinking we may have made a mistake.. But we decide to continue working, and ignore the mistake.
Nomious > ah yeah..reminde me to never invest in any high tech stuff in iceland then hehe
Nomious > doh to late!
Nivlartar > ehhm U allready have Nomi
Nivlartar > CCP = Iceland
Nivlartar > hehe
Celfea Dur > I'm back
jih chop > I think I broke deeebo
Celfea Dur > he was hungry, he prolly ate his keyboard
jih chop > Noo deeebo Nooo! save the F and the U keys! you'll need them!
jih chop > I think I broke deeebo
Celfea Dur > he was hungry, he prolly ate his keyboard
jih chop > Noo deeebo Nooo! save the F and the U keys! you'll need them!
Galleim Hartook > while we're on spoilers, Vader is Luke's dad.
Druadan > yes! that reminds me... when we went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, we got in for a 6pm showing while everyone was lunching about after work.
Druadan > so when we came out there was this massive queue, four people wide, of folk being fed into the various cinematoriums showing the film.
Druadan > as we walked by them to get out, I turn to one of my mates and say, as loud as possible, "I can't believe Darth Vader was Indy's dad!"
Amia Valiente > a cinematorium... is that like a crematorium?
Druadan > yeah, but it's air conditioned... and there's no fire. I just didn't think auditorium accurately described the big room you sit in to watch a movie.
Michus Danether > they should make cinemas that are a combination of cinematorium and crematorium, so people sit there and watch the movie, and then you burn them.
Kal Omen > they already did that, and they called it the holocaust.
Druadan > when the surviving movie-goers end up running the Wall Street Journal and the national banks, I'll be more inclined to believe you.
Michus Danether > actually they did already do my idea; they called it The Happening, by M. Knight Shyamalan
Druadan > yes! that reminds me... when we went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, we got in for a 6pm showing while everyone was lunching about after work.
Druadan > so when we came out there was this massive queue, four people wide, of folk being fed into the various cinematoriums showing the film.
Druadan > as we walked by them to get out, I turn to one of my mates and say, as loud as possible, "I can't believe Darth Vader was Indy's dad!"
Amia Valiente > a cinematorium... is that like a crematorium?
Druadan > yeah, but it's air conditioned... and there's no fire. I just didn't think auditorium accurately described the big room you sit in to watch a movie.
Michus Danether > they should make cinemas that are a combination of cinematorium and crematorium, so people sit there and watch the movie, and then you burn them.
Kal Omen > they already did that, and they called it the holocaust.
Druadan > when the surviving movie-goers end up running the Wall Street Journal and the national banks, I'll be more inclined to believe you.
Michus Danether > actually they did already do my idea; they called it The Happening, by M. Knight Shyamalan
Sven Oshforstishtun > bah i knew Karl wudnt b on wen i wanted him.
Kale Ryoko > Do you really -need- him?
Sven Oshforstishtun > well i need ISK
Sven Oshforstishtun > and he promised me ISK wen i had the skills
Sven Oshforstishtun > and they will b done very shortly
Kale Ryoko > Do you really -need- him?
Sven Oshforstishtun > well i need ISK
Sven Oshforstishtun > and he promised me ISK wen i had the skills
Sven Oshforstishtun > and they will b done very shortly
Brackman > cleric is just evil
Brackman > look at his portrait... you can see the fires of hell burning in his eyes
Samantha Clarke > you can see Google Earth if you look closely
Brackman > look at his portrait... you can see the fires of hell burning in his eyes
Samantha Clarke > you can see Google Earth if you look closely
hackjack > Draycot i famous for smaking pople in local thats why i am in eve mag number 2
Saaya Illirie > what kinda roam?
RaZZZZia > ninja mining in querious
Saaya Illirie > so fit officer mods on bantams?
RaZZZZia > ninjaing hemo in hostile 0.0
Saaya Illirie > and 3 100mn mwd's along with cruise missiles
RaZZZZia > when could one fit that on bantams
Saaya Illirie > oh i thought we were trying to fit bantams to tank mercoxit... im out
RaZZZZia > ninja mining in querious
Saaya Illirie > so fit officer mods on bantams?
RaZZZZia > ninjaing hemo in hostile 0.0
Saaya Illirie > and 3 100mn mwd's along with cruise missiles
RaZZZZia > when could one fit that on bantams
Saaya Illirie > oh i thought we were trying to fit bantams to tank mercoxit... im out
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!
IgnisFatuus > was the d-r carrier thing before or after the iac dread thing?
Dungheap > before, iirc. in a contested system our pilot was cynoing thru
Thrawntl > we lose a carrier?
Dungheap > no his ascn training saved him (ctl + q) ;D
IgnisFatuus > lol
Thrawntl > haha
Dungheap > he got about 20 hate mails but made it 23% structure
Dungheap > before, iirc. in a contested system our pilot was cynoing thru
Thrawntl > we lose a carrier?
Dungheap > no his ascn training saved him (ctl + q) ;D
IgnisFatuus > lol
Thrawntl > haha
Dungheap > he got about 20 hate mails but made it 23% structure
Errol Nelson > 10+ outside their station, they killed my noobship and one of them said "gf"