Jim Raynor > "honey i have a confession, i chase cock in eve online"
Tassadar Beta > what exactly do agent loyalty pts do :
EVENFLOW > i think if you do enough of their dirty work, you get a free handjob if you turn in 3.6m to them
EVENFLOW > aka, no clue
Vegas > Handjob!
* Vegas starts doin missions :p
EVENFLOW > i think if you do enough of their dirty work, you get a free handjob if you turn in 3.6m to them
EVENFLOW > aka, no clue
Vegas > Handjob!
* Vegas starts doin missions :p
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!
Liam Spikes > and on what ships do I use my sensor dampeners?
Ogron > the one's locking you :)
Ogron > the one's locking you :)
Amith Silvermoon > /emote Consider shouting Leeroy jenkins and attacking IAC dreads
Crucifier > have fun
Amith Silvermoon > :( i think the lag would kill me
Amior > it would :P
Amior > cause 600 more hostiles are coming
Amith Silvermoon > well im sitting in the Pos IAC are sieging enjoying the show
Omeega > how many capitals have they got?
Amith Silvermoon > sec
Amith Silvermoon > 14 and 1 corpse
Crucifier > hmm
Crucifier > ingenius
Crucifier > corpse > all
Morris Falter > that corpse does mad damage
Morris Falter > i'd run personally
Amith Silvermoon > yes i was gonna try and take out the corpse
Crucifier > ROFL
Crucifier > YEAH GOOD LUCK
Amior > u know what really stinks... ur mwding away from hostiles and a corpse happens to be in front of you and bumps u
Amith Silvermoon > its clearly the backbone of the fleet
Amior > then u die and get podded
Philippe Alumeres > lol
Amith Silvermoon > 2007.01.05 20:28:05 Combat Your Sabretooth Light Missile hits D Gelalder's frozen corpse, doing 103.5 damage. Yarrr
Crucifier > have fun
Amith Silvermoon > :( i think the lag would kill me
Amior > it would :P
Amior > cause 600 more hostiles are coming
Amith Silvermoon > well im sitting in the Pos IAC are sieging enjoying the show
Omeega > how many capitals have they got?
Amith Silvermoon > sec
Amith Silvermoon > 14 and 1 corpse
Crucifier > hmm
Crucifier > ingenius
Crucifier > corpse > all
Morris Falter > that corpse does mad damage
Morris Falter > i'd run personally
Amith Silvermoon > yes i was gonna try and take out the corpse
Crucifier > ROFL
Crucifier > YEAH GOOD LUCK
Amior > u know what really stinks... ur mwding away from hostiles and a corpse happens to be in front of you and bumps u
Amith Silvermoon > its clearly the backbone of the fleet
Amior > then u die and get podded
Philippe Alumeres > lol
Amith Silvermoon > 2007.01.05 20:28:05 Combat Your Sabretooth Light Missile hits D Gelalder's frozen corpse, doing 103.5 damage. Yarrr
IzzyChan > This anime is teh best evar
IzzyChan > It has giant robots, boobs, furries, transvestites, and is sponsored by McDonalds
IzzyChan > It has giant robots, boobs, furries, transvestites, and is sponsored by McDonalds
<Levin> well not only are you getting kayos corpse and a piece of eve history
<Levin> you also get a large quantity of my semen
<Levin> which is located in various orifices of kayos corpse
<Levin> you also get a large quantity of my semen
<Levin> which is located in various orifices of kayos corpse
Notferr > WTB Max Run Maller BPO
TWD > WTF?
TWD > WTF?
<DigitalCommunist> oh oh, wanna hear something great
<occursion> france was blown up?
<DigitalCommunist> yesterday Skillz send me an evemail, calling me an idiot for still playing the game
<Rod_> lol
<DigitalCommunist> apparently, he forgot you had to pay a subscription to log in and send evemails
<Rod_> Skillz calling anyone an idiot is in itself something worth mentioning
<Rod_> point proven again :)
<Rod_> lol
<Rod_> thats pretty damn dumb
<occursion> france was blown up?
<DigitalCommunist> yesterday Skillz send me an evemail, calling me an idiot for still playing the game
<Rod_> lol
<DigitalCommunist> apparently, he forgot you had to pay a subscription to log in and send evemails
<Rod_> Skillz calling anyone an idiot is in itself something worth mentioning
<Rod_> point proven again :)
<Rod_> lol
<Rod_> thats pretty damn dumb
<+Asestorian> if I need to close things I have to restart my computer and not open them again