0.0, Idiots, Corp, PvP.

3 months has passed since i last wrote anything. Still laid off, getting fatter and im discovering new smells from my body that i might categorize as alternative.

Since the last time our corp has grown from just me and Dark Motoko, to 114 members, some old farts, some new nipple suckers. Took the step from high sec once again down to the toilet we call Syndicate.
 When we got there we got some new "Friends" And some of those friends are beyond what i can describe as dumb, but ill link a picture that shows how it is to fly with them.

Stupidity came to the point that i moved to some old friends that i actually like further south in Syndicate, and that dont make me feel like im making out with a woodchipper each time i look into the intel channel.

Terrible as i am at PvP i actually enjoyed myself for the first time in months, making me think why the hell i play this game and why i have 5 accounts in this hell i can only imagine marriage is like.
Flying with great people and adding to their fleets, more or less in a negatie way, but i dont tell them that. I dont need to hate this game again just yet.

Lastly, we might be looking to revive our old alliance Vanguard, its not as much as a revival, as it is a rebuild like Frankensteins monster, put together by rotting flesh from assortet dead animals and whatever is left in the freezer. It might look like shit and smell like Deaths asshole, but that motherfucker just might walk on its own, and maby it wont shit itself while doing so.

 How that will venture, i dont know, it might go to hell, but i have no problems taking that ride, cause whatever goes down, goes fast, and fast is fun. Just strap on your stupid and enjoy the ride.

Writing stuff on the interderp makes me important.

So, after 14 months of doing what i hate the most: Living the real life, im now back to serenading my beloved friends on EVE Online. I left Stormlord Battleforce, and joined T-RET Talons, a group of some other friends that i started out EVE with. But beeing continuously harrassed by my employer "You have to work, bla bla bla, stop fondling you co-workers" and all that usual stuff, i was not able to do much there either.

So then the great day came! I recieved a letter, stating that i had been laid off. That day i experienced a new level of consciousness with my towel wich was strategicly placed on my crotch.

So i fired up MSN, and Dark Motoko, my CEO from Stormlord Battleforce told me he had started a new corp so he could war dec and be a huge dick. This sounded very appealing. And after him deflecting all my dick jokes and homoerotic advances like a shaolin monk deflecting flying Shuriken's, he agreed to let me join.

SO! Now its back to getting new members, sending them emails in the middle of the night, telling them to come to Fanfest and giving them my room number.

So look out people, im back to pvping and beeing generally awfull at whatever i do in this game.

Killings arouses me to no end!

So in the spirit of bipolar disorder, im gonna write a more happy and less "stab yourself in the eye" post.

Since my last post i have been recruiting for my alliance, and it has gone well, but looking at the amount of corps that rejected me versus the ones that said yes, then im a terrible recruiter. But im not gonna admit that and just say that those corps sucks dick right through the ass! Happy thoughts!

So anyway, last night i played for 12 hours and did little other then pvp and walk my dogs in between, and it was a great experience. Why you might think? There is something about popping another players ship, while at the same time getting a hardon that is powerfull enought to lift my computer table and throw it against the wall. It made such a ruccus that the police came to my door. But there was something about a fat dude with a stiffy screaming like a pig that made them go away.The whale had proven its sovereignty! (Me)

At any rate, i wanna give a shoutout to Brother Zoo for beeing my soulmate ingame and totally understanding the shit im spewing out.

And anyone that is annoyed by my bad english, picture yourself me thrusting my crotch in your face over and over again.