Marcus TheMartin: Don't call me a griefer just because you fly a space pinata and I choose to be the one to swing the stick
Shacheh > i dont understand
Shacheh > you dont gain isk from pvp
Shacheh > you tend to lose it
Fate Shayiskhun > You don't do PvP to make ISK, you make ISK so you can do PvP!
Shacheh > you dont gain isk from pvp
Shacheh > you tend to lose it
Fate Shayiskhun > You don't do PvP to make ISK, you make ISK so you can do PvP!
Wedgetail > amarrian faith for one is like a solid tritanium wall
Wedgetail > very difficult to move
Samantha Vosh > Depends
Lee Janssen > Just heat it um....
Lee Janssen > To a few hundred degrees.
Lee Janssen > Watch it melt like butter ...Yummmmm
Wedgetail > very difficult to move
Samantha Vosh > Depends
Lee Janssen > Just heat it um....
Lee Janssen > To a few hundred degrees.
Lee Janssen > Watch it melt like butter ...Yummmmm
Par'Gellen > i stabbed myself in the leg while trying to pick cabbage once
Kali II > I have stabbed myself in the leg several times, while playing with my knives, and with a sword once lol
Par'Gellen > sword! ack lol
Kali II > The time with the sword I stabbed myself in the shin, it stopped at the bone lol
Kali II > Which there isn't much flesh there, but it stuck in the bone and brought it to a stop lol
Par'Gellen > had a friend slice his arm open from wrist to elbow almost while trying to cut open a cigarette lighter with a box cutter. see this is where natural selection would normally have kicked in but now we have hospitals
Kali II > I have stabbed myself in the leg several times, while playing with my knives, and with a sword once lol
Par'Gellen > sword! ack lol
Kali II > The time with the sword I stabbed myself in the shin, it stopped at the bone lol
Kali II > Which there isn't much flesh there, but it stuck in the bone and brought it to a stop lol
Par'Gellen > had a friend slice his arm open from wrist to elbow almost while trying to cut open a cigarette lighter with a box cutter. see this is where natural selection would normally have kicked in but now we have hospitals
Mariner Skye > its a brutal circle for me, I buy a plex with real dollars sell it and buy some really cool ships that I suck at flying, you guys come and blow them up on me so I buy another plex which you buy off me so i can buy another cool ship that you can blow up.
<VDJ> just gotta wait til friday so i get the money
<Darth_Angelus> you dont have to
<Darth_Angelus> you can drive
<Darth_Angelus> steal a car
<Darth_Angelus> drive it into a bank
<Darth_Angelus> steal money
<Darth_Angelus> escape
<VDJ> ok gonna go do that
<VDJ> bbl
<Darth_Angelus> heh
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<Darth_Angelus> you dont have to
<Darth_Angelus> you can drive
<Darth_Angelus> steal a car
<Darth_Angelus> drive it into a bank
<Darth_Angelus> steal money
<Darth_Angelus> escape
<VDJ> ok gonna go do that
<VDJ> bbl
<Darth_Angelus> heh
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Kadavreski > every night b4 i go to bed i kneel down and say 'dear gank god, please, let me have a fair 1v1' and he tells me 'hahah you're asking for too much, gank someone who can't fight back'
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!
<Levin> word is retarded
<Levin> i typed "well-being"
<Levin> and its like omg do you mean "well being"?
<Levin> and im like ok sure
<Sadist> hmm
<Levin> so then its like
<Levin> omg do you mean "well-being"
<Levin> :/
<Levin> i typed "well-being"
<Levin> and its like omg do you mean "well being"?
<Levin> and im like ok sure
<Sadist> hmm
<Levin> so then its like
<Levin> omg do you mean "well-being"
<Levin> :/
Toaster Oven > You want an actual use for logistics? Log in right after DT and enter a Serpentis 3/10 complex. Follow the first person in to the last room. When you get there, start repairing the station that drops the Gistii loot. Watch local as hilarity ensues