Screaming Blade > im in a class 5 wormhole with no combat ships
Screaming Blade > i feel special
Screaming Blade > Mining barge, check, orca, check, tower and parts, check, scan frigs, check, millions of probes, check, beer, check, combat ships...HURR WHO NEEEDS THOSE
Screaming Blade > i feel special
Screaming Blade > Mining barge, check, orca, check, tower and parts, check, scan frigs, check, millions of probes, check, beer, check, combat ships...HURR WHO NEEEDS THOSE
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!
Nova Strikes > sorry milk man
Nova Strikes > i'll webb him
Kerosene > the milkman?
Nova Strikes > yes
Heidi Gabs > why web the milkman?
Kerosene > stops him getting away I guess
Nova Strikes > hold on im engaging
Kerosene > what.. the milkman?
Nova Strikes > he's got crappy loot
Kerosene > yeah.. bottles and yoghurt and stuff
Nova Strikes > i'll webb him
Kerosene > the milkman?
Nova Strikes > yes
Heidi Gabs > why web the milkman?
Kerosene > stops him getting away I guess
Nova Strikes > hold on im engaging
Kerosene > what.. the milkman?
Nova Strikes > he's got crappy loot
Kerosene > yeah.. bottles and yoghurt and stuff
Paracyte > Ortenz, the sisters probe will not scan Jesus Christ - you need the Angel's Cartel version for that
Destiny Corrupted > Well, I'm bored.
Destiny Corrupted > Time to go back to WoW.
Elder Kromb > fail
Ze Killer > i second that
Drexel615 > epic fail
Destiny Corrupted > Time to go back to WoW.
Elder Kromb > fail
Ze Killer > i second that
Drexel615 > epic fail
Arkan Eto > Emperor Solaris IS A RETARD WHO DOESNT KNOW HOW TO USE LOWER CASE TEXT
Emperor Solaris > WHAT IS LOWER CASE?
Abassis > WHAT IS
Abassis > LOVE?
Emperor Solaris > BABY DONT HURT ME
Vladimir Reyes > BABY DONT HURT ME
Jitka Filova > No more
Emperor Solaris > NO MORE!
Emperor Solaris > WHAT IS LOWER CASE?
Abassis > WHAT IS
Abassis > LOVE?
Emperor Solaris > BABY DONT HURT ME
Vladimir Reyes > BABY DONT HURT ME
Jitka Filova > No more
Emperor Solaris > NO MORE!
* YukiLi has joined #eve-radio
<YukiLi> and then the lord said, let there be cheese
<YukiLi> but there was no cheese
<YukiLi> BECAUSE I ATE IT YESTERDAY ON TOAST :'(
<FiReBuRsT> and then they said 2How the hell did you do that"
<YukiLi> well i got a grater
<YukiLi> and kinda ..caressed the cheese against it for a while
<YukiLi> with love, ofc
<YukiLi> then i put it on some mildy toasted bread.. and bunged it under some really hot bits of metal
<YukiLi> then ate it
<YukiLi> and it was good
<YukiLi> but now i have none
*time passes, song played, U2 - With Or Without You*
<YukiLi> luckily, i can live, with or without cheese.
<YukiLi> and then the lord said, let there be cheese
<YukiLi> but there was no cheese
<YukiLi> BECAUSE I ATE IT YESTERDAY ON TOAST :'(
<FiReBuRsT> and then they said 2How the hell did you do that"
<YukiLi> well i got a grater
<YukiLi> and kinda ..caressed the cheese against it for a while
<YukiLi> with love, ofc
<YukiLi> then i put it on some mildy toasted bread.. and bunged it under some really hot bits of metal
<YukiLi> then ate it
<YukiLi> and it was good
<YukiLi> but now i have none
*time passes, song played, U2 - With Or Without You*
<YukiLi> luckily, i can live, with or without cheese.
completefailure: wife aggro = worst aggro :(
neotin_nahrain: depends how naked she is ...
kilgarth [p0lr]: ^^^^
kilgarth [p0lr]: that
kilgarth [p0lr]: very much so
Tristan Acoma[prax]: it's definitely a large modifier
neotin_nahrain: depends how naked she is ...
kilgarth [p0lr]: ^^^^
kilgarth [p0lr]: that
kilgarth [p0lr]: very much so
Tristan Acoma[prax]: it's definitely a large modifier
Gromash > hermaphradite
Korovyov > with a kite
Korovyov > on a bike
Bethany Blaze > with a dyke
Gromash > starting a fight
Bethany Blaze > in the night!
Korovyov > what a fright
Gromash > an ugly sight
Imperator Ceasar > oh the delight
Imperator Ceasar > on a Thursday night
Gromash > i could i might
Rastlin Oherin > friday night, get it right
Bethany Blaze > that's so tight.
Korovyov > with a kite
Korovyov > on a bike
Bethany Blaze > with a dyke
Gromash > starting a fight
Bethany Blaze > in the night!
Korovyov > what a fright
Gromash > an ugly sight
Imperator Ceasar > oh the delight
Imperator Ceasar > on a Thursday night
Gromash > i could i might
Rastlin Oherin > friday night, get it right
Bethany Blaze > that's so tight.
db T > well, we're still about 1200 people short of being jita, but at least we got the scams in place.