I am a Capsuleer, a warrior of the void and a slayer of miners. I serve the frontline of conflict in New Eden, embracing the chaos with steadfast determination, and an unwavering thirst for venture blood
My ships are my arsenal, full of paste and drugs for the belts. I will master them, maintain them, and wield them with expertise.
I stand ready to fight, to confront adversaries and test my mettle. I will seek victory through skill, strategy, and adaptability.
I hold valor and cunning in high esteem, for in the heat of combat, they are my steadfast companions. I will outmaneuver my foes, utilizing tactics born of experience and wisdom, or stolen from Bjorn Bee.
It is my purpose to adorn my loki with the killmarks of a thousand ventures and then lose it to faction police.
I will always drop blops on the T1 frigate, because lowsec is empty and I want content
I understand that defeat may befall me, and that the ventures maybe be stabbed, but I will not falter. I shall fit artillery, and sensor boosters, I will emerge victorious.
I will always shoot the bait procurer in scram range, knowing that fortune favors only the brave.
I will not fear the arazu chasing me, for the venture I so desperately seek is but a jump away.
If it looks like bait, It's probably a mediocre shit-fit PVE pilot
I stand as a beacon of bullshittery and cowardess, a Capsuleer unyielding in the face of adversity. My legacy will be etched onto everyone's killboard, as I navigate the eternal battlegrounds of New Eden, forever a champion of the fight, and will remain when I retire as a capsuleer, when my last clone expires and I return to the space dust from whence I came.