Vertin > afk back between 7 and 7:30 trying not to agro wife
hydraSlav > jam her
Vertin > she is a mothership ew does not work
hydraSlav > jam her
Vertin > she is a mothership ew does not work
Primus521: hey dude the funniest thing happened to me today
Primus521: im at walmart and this chick is buying a box of tampons and they are missing the upc and wont ring up
Primus521: so the cashier tells his buddy to get a price check on tampax
Primus521: the dude looks at him and says, "the kind u push in, or the kind you hammer in?"
Primus521: lol
Primus521: turns out he misheard him
Primus521: he thought he said thumbtacs
Primus521: you should have seen the look on the chicks face
Primus521: omfg
Primus521: til the day i die
Primus521: i will never forget it
Primus521: im at walmart and this chick is buying a box of tampons and they are missing the upc and wont ring up
Primus521: so the cashier tells his buddy to get a price check on tampax
Primus521: the dude looks at him and says, "the kind u push in, or the kind you hammer in?"
Primus521: lol
Primus521: turns out he misheard him
Primus521: he thought he said thumbtacs
Primus521: you should have seen the look on the chicks face
Primus521: omfg
Primus521: til the day i die
Primus521: i will never forget it
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
Un'cas > worlds biggest AB on this rupture lol
mazzilliu > what kind?
Un'cas > structure fire
mazzilliu > what kind?
Un'cas > structure 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!
Quinn Oron > Colnel, maybe I can recommend you for our exchange program?
Colnel Starbuck > kk whats that?
Quinn Oron > It's where we exchange you for someone who isn't a tool. =)
Colnel Starbuck > kk whats that?
Quinn Oron > It's where we exchange you for someone who isn't a tool. =)
G Hayduke > I don't get it. Medium Pulse Laser I it's called medium but it's a small turret?
Keilateau Shakor > yep
Keilateau Shakor > Breacher is called a "ship", but it's a badly assembled tent. Eve is full of stuff like this.
Keilateau Shakor > yep
Keilateau Shakor > Breacher is called a "ship", but it's a badly assembled tent. Eve is full of stuff like this.
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/