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.

I hate blogs.

Im sitting here looking at the towel i just had my way with, and the aftermath of the mediocre high i got from it has left me in a deep depression when i realize where i am and what i do. Time for some EVE-Online? Ofcourse.

I log on and see a few of the members in my corp. They arent talking. I could give them my usual penis-slap hello, but it doesent offer me much happyness anymore as they are probably twitching in a way that shows how much they are sick of me and my alternative way of doing things. Why do i play....

Ive been in this corp for almost 2 months after trying to control a corp after been tossed around and raped from mouth to ass for about a year. When the violent rape was over, we where all tired and left our own ways. Majority went to a big bear that could keep them safe from all the butthurt (NC), while i wandered back to an former alliance of mine that was also a rape victim. I ended up as the recruiter for my corp within days and i get to push my penis thrusting agenda upon potential new members. They mostly dont join....

So why do i write all this crap? Im trying to see if it can light a new interest for me in the game.The game is currently nothing more then self-torture right now and im all out of whipped cream.