Rogue Steel > nano gang? i'd use Pookie (Ingame link to the Avatar)
Rogue Steel > best case scenario anyways
Neridah Tanz > thats a bit of overkill rogue, effective but ...
Rogue Steel > I'm Amarrian, we have over 300 words in our language that mean overkill
Rogue Steel > best case scenario anyways
Neridah Tanz > thats a bit of overkill rogue, effective but ...
Rogue Steel > I'm Amarrian, we have over 300 words in our language that mean overkill
Zeke Freeman > Im not much of a lobster fan, I prefer crab. Alaskan King Crab legs ftw
Twin Turbo > i prefer horse
Twin Turbo > nice 'n lean
Twin Turbo > i prefer horse
Twin Turbo > nice 'n lean
<Kurenub|away> IM A LUMBERJACK AND IM OK
<Focht|off> every
<Kurenub|away> I SLEEP ALL NIGHT AND I WORK ALL DAY
<Temistokles> hey focht
<Kurenub|away> I WEAR HIGH HEELS
<Kurenub|away> I ERR
<Kurenub|away> SOMETHING SOMETHING
<Temistokles> this week has actually been kinda fun
<Kurenub|away> SUSPENDERS AND A BRA
<Focht|off> INSANE IN THE BRAIN ?
<Temistokles> cus the stuff me and some other guy was supposed to do
<Nepenthe> LOL
<Focht|off> every
<Kurenub|away> I SLEEP ALL NIGHT AND I WORK ALL DAY
<Temistokles> hey focht
<Kurenub|away> I WEAR HIGH HEELS
<Kurenub|away> I ERR
<Kurenub|away> SOMETHING SOMETHING
<Temistokles> this week has actually been kinda fun
<Kurenub|away> SUSPENDERS AND A BRA
<Focht|off> INSANE IN THE BRAIN ?
<Temistokles> cus the stuff me and some other guy was supposed to do
<Nepenthe> LOL
Gilsan > Jack sparrow sighted in Atlar
Miloxin > as long as he doesnt make any more movies, that's fine
Miloxin > as long as he doesnt make any more movies, that's fine
Virtuozzo> and you guys still have not seeded an exotic dancer bpo, I have to ship severeal thousand each month just to keep folks happy in their ships during pos warfare
<Oneiromancer> We are sorry!
<Virtuozzo> it's a real probem you know
<Evelgrivion> Oneiromancer! how could you!
<Virtuozzo> I have folks getting all weird and then 9 months later I have all these weird new noob characters showing up in alliance channel
<Evelgrivion> Leaving us without exotic dancer BPOs?
<Evelgrivion> How horrid
<samsa> No slave BPO either :/
<Virtuozzo> Can't you jsut seed the BPO for exotic dancers, and make the required materials something like some npc bio trade good and two corpses?
<samsa> :D
<Evelgrivion> rofl
<Evelgrivion> thatd be hilarious
<Oneiromancer> Two corpses...?
<Oneiromancer> Why not one?
<Virtuozzo> well
<Virtuozzo> you need dna from two people
<Evelgrivion> Because theres not enough breast in one
<Oneiromancer> Zombie exotic dancers ftw
<Virtuozzo> or you'd be cloning
<Virtuozzo> and according to the storyline cloning is restriced technology feasible only for living tissue
<Evelgrivion> Two bodies should have enough "living tissue"
<Evelgrivion> Those corpses stay fresh forever
<Virtuozzo> so, you need two corpses, since youcan't make it require two living pilots who then get recycled. Either that or all exotic dancers have to be cloned from a master copy of Xyliana.
<Evelgrivion> Theres no denying it men
<Evelgrivion> We'd love you forever if you did it CCP
<Oneiromancer> You're just saying that
<Oneiromancer> We are sorry!
<Virtuozzo> it's a real probem you know
<Evelgrivion> Oneiromancer! how could you!
<Virtuozzo> I have folks getting all weird and then 9 months later I have all these weird new noob characters showing up in alliance channel
<Evelgrivion> Leaving us without exotic dancer BPOs?
<Evelgrivion> How horrid
<samsa> No slave BPO either :/
<Virtuozzo> Can't you jsut seed the BPO for exotic dancers, and make the required materials something like some npc bio trade good and two corpses?
<samsa> :D
<Evelgrivion> rofl
<Evelgrivion> thatd be hilarious
<Oneiromancer> Two corpses...?
<Oneiromancer> Why not one?
<Virtuozzo> well
<Virtuozzo> you need dna from two people
<Evelgrivion> Because theres not enough breast in one
<Oneiromancer> Zombie exotic dancers ftw
<Virtuozzo> or you'd be cloning
<Virtuozzo> and according to the storyline cloning is restriced technology feasible only for living tissue
<Evelgrivion> Two bodies should have enough "living tissue"
<Evelgrivion> Those corpses stay fresh forever
<Virtuozzo> so, you need two corpses, since youcan't make it require two living pilots who then get recycled. Either that or all exotic dancers have to be cloned from a master copy of Xyliana.
<Evelgrivion> Theres no denying it men
<Evelgrivion> We'd love you forever if you did it CCP
<Oneiromancer> You're just saying that
Cosmic Raider > this channel is for a couple things
Cosmic Raider > porn
Cosmic Raider > insults
Cosmic Raider > derisvie comments about ur manhood or playing capability
Cosmic Raider > porn
Cosmic Raider > insults
Cosmic Raider > derisvie comments about ur manhood or playing capability
Captain Tinrib > eve is kinda pointless without a ship
EVE System > Channel changed to Oimmo Local Channel
Jack Icegaard > So whats up with all the ships humping Vourrassi gate?
Jonny Damordred > Spraypainting ideolgical slogans
Ituralde > The gate likes it
Selim > Repairing the gate.
Aeaus > We are securing a shipment of virtu-gra (50mg)
Atandros > It's a visit from an University of Caille class on a field trip to examine modern Caldari architecture
Jack Icegaard > So whats up with all the ships humping Vourrassi gate?
Jonny Damordred > Spraypainting ideolgical slogans
Ituralde > The gate likes it
Selim > Repairing the gate.
Aeaus > We are securing a shipment of virtu-gra (50mg)
Atandros > It's a visit from an University of Caille class on a field trip to examine modern Caldari architecture
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!
Kilin Darathio > vodka goes well with everything except decisions