Dyntheos > well leo i cant help but notice that the ships you manufacture are prone to exploding under fire
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!
Jago Kain > this little piggy went to jita......
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Jago Kain > fuck it; this little piggy logged back in after DT
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Jago Kain > fuck it; this little piggy logged back in after DT
Siddy > MMORPG=many men online role playing girls.
Par'Gellen > shit happens and i'm a toilet :D
Hellspawn01 > lol, gate camping gone wrong here
Hellspawn01 > 3x ppl camping in covetors :)
Novac > lol
Draageem > maybe they hope some roid will jump through
Hellspawn01 > 3x ppl camping in covetors :)
Novac > lol
Draageem > maybe they hope some roid will jump through
Benglada> So what are you up to Mirel?
Mirel yirrin> Wormholing, setting up small gangs
Mirel yirrin> ...bust mostly just waiting for them to fix ship spinning.
Mirel yirrin> Wormholing, setting up small gangs
Mirel yirrin> ...bust mostly just waiting for them to fix ship spinning.
Piper Gates > gotta pee you got 2 mins to run
Hexman > wow i usually pee in 30 seconds
Hexman > thats a lot of piss
Piper Gates > i'm a girl
Hexman > ah
Hexman > wow i usually pee in 30 seconds
Hexman > thats a lot of piss
Piper Gates > i'm a girl
Hexman > ah
Grafton Kreadic > lol, figured out how to tether my phone, playing on the turnpike xD
Grafton Kreadic > albeit i have something around 700 - 800 ping
Tisiphonae Alekto > what?!
Kalis Vontall > Oh dear lord
Tisiphonae Alekto > you are playing eve on the turnpike?
Grafton Kreadic > :d
Grafton Kreadic > :D
Grafton Kreadic > yeah
Grafton Kreadic > brothers driving lol
Drunken Phonebooth > ohhh
Kalis Vontall > Thank God.
Grafton Kreadic > albeit i have something around 700 - 800 ping
Tisiphonae Alekto > what?!
Kalis Vontall > Oh dear lord
Tisiphonae Alekto > you are playing eve on the turnpike?
Grafton Kreadic > :d
Grafton Kreadic > :D
Grafton Kreadic > yeah
Grafton Kreadic > brothers driving lol
Drunken Phonebooth > ohhh
Kalis Vontall > Thank God.
Talas Dreven > the petition system only exists so that gm's can alt tab to something to hide the fact that there looking at porn
Hellspawn01 > I wonna be GM :)
Deva Blackfire > lol
Hellspawn01 > I wonna be GM :)
Deva Blackfire > lol