Ka Dargo > I just waved to another ANZA in local, then realised it was my alt.. Im such a noob :(
(timestamps are necessary to quote, check time difference between first and second chat post :P)
[ 2003.11.23 02:50:51 ] Daehkthar Raehm > Hello Golem
[ 2003.11.23 03:31:57 ] GoLeM > hi Dae
[ 2003.11.23 03:32:41 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lightning quick reflexes :)
[ 2003.11.23 03:33:22 ] Daehkthar Raehm > whew, barely got my greeting typed before he responded
[ 2003.11.23 03:33:27 ] Daehkthar Raehm > ;)
[ 2003.11.23 03:34:08 ] Kalahari Wayrest > he must be psychic :P
[ 2003.11.23 03:34:56 ] Daehkthar Raehm > wait shhh, i think he's typing again, give him another 15 minutes
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:15 ] Adrielle Firewalker > wow, faster than last time then
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:19 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:29 ] Adrielle Firewalker > maybe he's trying to set some kind of personal record?
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > hope he doesnt hurt himself
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:08 ] Kalahari Wayrest > training for the speed typing championships
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:49 ] Adrielle Firewalker > training, bah he needs it not... with such skill the cup will be his for sure
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:04 ] Kalahari Wayrest > haha
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:04 ] Adrielle Firewalker > but will he get it home before the next milennium?
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > poor golem,we're ashing him and he cant type fast enough to counterattack
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:01 ] Daehkthar Raehm > bashing*
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:14 ] Kalahari Wayrest > counterattack? I doubt he's even noticed yet
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:22 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol true
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:53 ] Adrielle Firewalker > in about an hour we'll get a "hey!"
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:04 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:21 ] Kalahari Wayrest > and then it will start all over again ;)
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:23 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:18 ] GoLeM > ROFL
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:20 ] Adrielle Firewalker > Maybe he knows that and has stopped typing
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:20 ] GoLeM > assholes
[ 2003.11.23 02:50:51 ] Daehkthar Raehm > Hello Golem
[ 2003.11.23 03:31:57 ] GoLeM > hi Dae
[ 2003.11.23 03:32:41 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lightning quick reflexes :)
[ 2003.11.23 03:33:22 ] Daehkthar Raehm > whew, barely got my greeting typed before he responded
[ 2003.11.23 03:33:27 ] Daehkthar Raehm > ;)
[ 2003.11.23 03:34:08 ] Kalahari Wayrest > he must be psychic :P
[ 2003.11.23 03:34:56 ] Daehkthar Raehm > wait shhh, i think he's typing again, give him another 15 minutes
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:15 ] Adrielle Firewalker > wow, faster than last time then
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:19 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:29 ] Adrielle Firewalker > maybe he's trying to set some kind of personal record?
[ 2003.11.23 03:35:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > hope he doesnt hurt himself
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:08 ] Kalahari Wayrest > training for the speed typing championships
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:49 ] Adrielle Firewalker > training, bah he needs it not... with such skill the cup will be his for sure
[ 2003.11.23 03:36:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:04 ] Kalahari Wayrest > haha
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:04 ] Adrielle Firewalker > but will he get it home before the next milennium?
[ 2003.11.23 03:37:57 ] Daehkthar Raehm > poor golem,we're ashing him and he cant type fast enough to counterattack
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:01 ] Daehkthar Raehm > bashing*
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:14 ] Kalahari Wayrest > counterattack? I doubt he's even noticed yet
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:22 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol true
[ 2003.11.23 03:38:53 ] Adrielle Firewalker > in about an hour we'll get a "hey!"
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:04 ] Kalahari Wayrest > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:21 ] Kalahari Wayrest > and then it will start all over again ;)
[ 2003.11.23 03:39:23 ] Daehkthar Raehm > lol
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:18 ] GoLeM > ROFL
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:20 ] Adrielle Firewalker > Maybe he knows that and has stopped typing
[ 2003.11.23 03:40:20 ] GoLeM > assholes
Drougan > anyone know if there is an ass blockage?
kyrans > lol, NO comment
Aphextra > lol ass blockage sounds sooo wrong
Seto Mazzarotto > thanks to you I now have to windex pepsi off the monitor
kyrans > and to answer your question I don't know if there is an Ass BLOCKADE running or not
kyrans > lol, NO comment
Aphextra > lol ass blockage sounds sooo wrong
Seto Mazzarotto > thanks to you I now have to windex pepsi off the monitor
kyrans > and to answer your question I don't know if there is an Ass BLOCKADE running or not
<Starbrow> hey, you got a problem eXaro?
<eXaro> Starbrow most defenitly
<eXaro> YES
<Starbrow> k, then go somewhere people dont hate you?
<eXaro> im CA and ex MOO.... the whole eve hates meh
<eXaro> Starbrow most defenitly
<eXaro> YES
<Starbrow> k, then go somewhere people dont hate you?
<eXaro> im CA and ex MOO.... the whole eve hates meh
CCP Soundwave > I can see the server room from here, and nothing seems to be on fire.
CCP Soundwave > it's probably just a new feature
CCP Soundwave > it's probably just a new feature
<DigitalCommunist> I stole some ships from a safe and the GM stole them from me and gave it back to the owner
<DigitalCommunist> turns out, he was wrong and I was right
<DigitalCommunist> if you argue enough, you'll get your way :|
<DigitalCommunist> and it works
<ArachV0id> didn't it end up with the gm simply giving you ships and the guy still getting to keep his tho digi
<DigitalCommunist> yeah but then he put them in the same safe and I robbled them again
<DigitalCommunist> which is even better
<DigitalCommunist> twice the ships for me o/
<DigitalCommunist> turns out, he was wrong and I was right
<DigitalCommunist> if you argue enough, you'll get your way :|
<DigitalCommunist> and it works
<ArachV0id> didn't it end up with the gm simply giving you ships and the guy still getting to keep his tho digi
<DigitalCommunist> yeah but then he put them in the same safe and I robbled them again
<DigitalCommunist> which is even better
<DigitalCommunist> twice the ships for me o/
Enthes goldhart > Secondary is the best name, in fleet battles "primary is secondary" and evryone will be confused o/
lnformation Minister > huzzah you lose any more corp today?
Brinstead > Yes. We did laundry today, and lost a corp in the dryer. We have now theorized that they've found a warpgate to the land of the lost socks, and are busy plundering it.
Brinstead > WTS Lint, 3 isk/m3
Brinstead > Yes. We did laundry today, and lost a corp in the dryer. We have now theorized that they've found a warpgate to the land of the lost socks, and are busy plundering it.
Brinstead > WTS Lint, 3 isk/m3
ElGuapo > anyhting going on?
ElGuapo > is anyone even reading this?
ElGuapo > why is there an echo in here?
ElGuapo > echo
ElGuapo > echo
ElGuapo > any I just talking to myself?
ElGuapo > no I couldnt be talking to myself only crazy ppl talk to themselves
ElGuapo > surely I am not crazy right?
ElGuapo > ofcourse you arent crazy
ElGuapo > well good thats a relief
ElGuapo > I would hate for something like that to be true
ElGuapo > why would anyone have a reason to call you crazy? just because you talk to yourself?
ElGuapo > but I dont talk to myself do I?
ElGuapo > maybe you do and maybe you dont
ElGuapo > no I know I am talking to somone else
ElGuapo > who is it then?
ElGuapo > how should I know? I am on the internet. There are millions of ppl all logged on
ElGuapo > then name one person
ElGuapo > how should I know their names? Thats one of the nice things about the internet
ElGuapo > you dont sound so sure of yourself there
ElGuapo > ofcourse I am sure what kind of silly question is that?
ElGuapo > well I think I am sure arent I
ElGuapo > you tell yourself whatever helps you to sleep at night
ElGuapo > oh crap maybe I really am going crazy
ElGuapo > hey what is that naga ship doing over there
ElGuapo > he is laughing at me
ElGuapo > STOP LAUGHING AT ME
ElGuapo > if you dont stop I will give you a reason to stop
ElGuapo > ahhh lovely padded room
ElGuapo > all to myself
ElGuapo > no one here to bother me at all
ElGuapo > I just get to sit here hugging myself in this comfy jacket all day lo9ng
* Ebedar increases ElGuapo's medication
ElGuapo > is anyone even reading this?
ElGuapo > why is there an echo in here?
ElGuapo > echo
ElGuapo > echo
ElGuapo > any I just talking to myself?
ElGuapo > no I couldnt be talking to myself only crazy ppl talk to themselves
ElGuapo > surely I am not crazy right?
ElGuapo > ofcourse you arent crazy
ElGuapo > well good thats a relief
ElGuapo > I would hate for something like that to be true
ElGuapo > why would anyone have a reason to call you crazy? just because you talk to yourself?
ElGuapo > but I dont talk to myself do I?
ElGuapo > maybe you do and maybe you dont
ElGuapo > no I know I am talking to somone else
ElGuapo > who is it then?
ElGuapo > how should I know? I am on the internet. There are millions of ppl all logged on
ElGuapo > then name one person
ElGuapo > how should I know their names? Thats one of the nice things about the internet
ElGuapo > you dont sound so sure of yourself there
ElGuapo > ofcourse I am sure what kind of silly question is that?
ElGuapo > well I think I am sure arent I
ElGuapo > you tell yourself whatever helps you to sleep at night
ElGuapo > oh crap maybe I really am going crazy
ElGuapo > hey what is that naga ship doing over there
ElGuapo > he is laughing at me
ElGuapo > STOP LAUGHING AT ME
ElGuapo > if you dont stop I will give you a reason to stop
ElGuapo > ahhh lovely padded room
ElGuapo > all to myself
ElGuapo > no one here to bother me at all
ElGuapo > I just get to sit here hugging myself in this comfy jacket all day lo9ng
* Ebedar increases ElGuapo's medication
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!