!XOBILE !!!
So the idea was a good one. Last week, StrangeApe and Philus brought in a few tables, a boxful of card decks, 14 different girls whose first names I don’t remember, and many millions of isk.
We played ’til the wee hours of morning, when the girls got tired of Strangey and left him for dead in his pile of poker chips , and they all came back to my hotel near Oichyia.
Next morning, I woke up and I realized I hadn’t slept for more than 4 hours.
I ran mission after mission after mission, but everytime, to have to warp out and go back in after half-a-mil in repairs, just got to me in a bad way. SO — I looked to my drunken pal, and begged him to spot me for a couple poker chips. He sent me a few, and I finally went berserk. I headed out to Jita IV, in my POD no less, and went shopping for a Myrmidon Battlecruiser.
WHAT a DIFFERENCE! I mean, after being drunk in space, you can actually spend a few isks and get rid of the headache instantly. It’s that simple! I recommend it to all my friends.
I’m currently looking for a nice loadout for the Myrm, which I renamed Signs Of Death. Once my loadout is done, please open the door for me and take a step back.
‘Cause MY time has now come.
(And note to the author: no more romulan ale to be served in the Iteron Party Club.)
