Judge Bender > whats the name of the upcoming eve expansion? anyone know?
ssbn732 > eve online: the fail saga
ssbn732 > OR, EvE online: More lag for the masses
ssbn732 > even better, EvE online, BoB edition
ssbn732 > eve online: the fail saga
ssbn732 > OR, EvE online: More lag for the masses
ssbn732 > even better, EvE online, BoB edition
Chiaco Bloodtear : The fly in my window is proof that nature writes shitty pathfinding algorithms
Gamaroth > I hate it when my giant containers move around...guess I should listen to the warning, "contents may shift in flight"
Gamaroth > heh, eve flight safety warning labels.
"please make sure your seat is in the upright and locked position before lift off or else you will get gate camped or something nasty"
Gamaroth > "be sure to have all devices that broadcast a radio signal turned off, it will mess with your drones and make them attack your corpmates"
Jerran Jonkall > ahhhh that explains a lot
Gamaroth > correction, "corpmates or anyone who calls you"
Gamaroth > hmmm, if you tend to get calls from solicitors, leaving your phone on could be a good thing.
Jerran Jonkall > ohhh now your talking
Gamaroth > "Hi, are you satisfied with your long....what is this coming out of the phone? It looks like, AAHHH!!!! We are sorry, the number that was calling you has just been ganked. You get 10 points"
Jerran Jonkall > 10 points ftw
Gamaroth > heh, eve flight safety warning labels.
"please make sure your seat is in the upright and locked position before lift off or else you will get gate camped or something nasty"
Gamaroth > "be sure to have all devices that broadcast a radio signal turned off, it will mess with your drones and make them attack your corpmates"
Jerran Jonkall > ahhhh that explains a lot
Gamaroth > correction, "corpmates or anyone who calls you"
Gamaroth > hmmm, if you tend to get calls from solicitors, leaving your phone on could be a good thing.
Jerran Jonkall > ohhh now your talking
Gamaroth > "Hi, are you satisfied with your long....what is this coming out of the phone? It looks like, AAHHH!!!! We are sorry, the number that was calling you has just been ganked. You get 10 points"
Jerran Jonkall > 10 points ftw
caldicott > omgrawr.net, the problems of tomorrow, today
Henriikka > so
Henriikka > some how i managed to not get any of the books needed for that
Henriikka > i think i looked at the wrong BP
Henriikka > i need to stop smoking pot
Henriikka > i think i may have gotten skills to build drones
Henriikka > some how i managed to not get any of the books needed for that
Henriikka > i think i looked at the wrong BP
Henriikka > i need to stop smoking pot
Henriikka > i think i may have gotten skills to build drones
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!
unreasonable reason > look on market
Ivan Nisiblem > what item should i look for?
unreasonable reason > whatever
Tenora Loran > You need the Unholy Staff of Latency.
Yuckari > +1
Ivan Nisiblem > k thanks
Ivan Nisiblem > what item should i look for?
unreasonable reason > whatever
Tenora Loran > You need the Unholy Staff of Latency.
Yuckari > +1
Ivan Nisiblem > k thanks
OzaLoni > careful - mate rapiers are very good popping ceptors
Tamora > i got rapier'd the other day
Tamora > i still cant sit down properly
Tamora > boom boom tish
Tamora > i got rapier'd the other day
Tamora > i still cant sit down properly
Tamora > boom boom tish
(Klauz) fucks sake
(Klauz) this fucking
(Klauz) shit hardener
(Klauz) wont turn on
(Klauz) jesus
(Klauz) this Drake is using thermic missiles
(Klauz) and my
(Klauz) thermic hardener
(Klauz) is bugging
(Klauz) wont turn on
...
(Klauz) oh jesus christ almighty
(Klauz) I fitted a plating by accident
(Klauz) this fucking
(Klauz) shit hardener
(Klauz) wont turn on
(Klauz) jesus
(Klauz) this Drake is using thermic missiles
(Klauz) and my
(Klauz) thermic hardener
(Klauz) is bugging
(Klauz) wont turn on
...
(Klauz) oh jesus christ almighty
(Klauz) I fitted a plating by accident
n33k4 > damnit
n33k4 > i go out to visit friends
n33k4 > come back
n33k4 > and find I'm not top killer in sc anymore :(
Keta Min > :p
n33k4 > social life totally ruins your kb ranking :( it's evil
Keta Min > priorities dude. friends dont drop loot.
n33k4 > ROFL
n33k4 > i go out to visit friends
n33k4 > come back
n33k4 > and find I'm not top killer in sc anymore :(
Keta Min > :p
n33k4 > social life totally ruins your kb ranking :( it's evil
Keta Min > priorities dude. friends dont drop loot.
n33k4 > ROFL