I usually charge in Quafe, but hey this one is on the house as you asked so nicely.
Joined 14th May 2013
Immediately set about losing an unfathomably large number of ships to NPCs before finally discovering the ‘warp out’ button.
After a month (and presumably the NPCs running out of ammunition, Noragen gets smart and joins our favourite friends, Eve University.
He immediately proceeds to lose several more ships, but our hero swiftly waves high sec goodbye and roams Syndicate in his trusty Velator with his new college friends. Life is good.
After four exciting months of graduate-ganking, Nor is ready to head out into the big cold world. He immediately thanks his former educators by joining a mercenary corp and popping one of his former Eve-U buddies. And podding them, just to reinforce the lesson that Eve isn’t a game for nice people.
Four months of Marmite and a big pile of nice green one sided killmails later, the lures of gangbanging unsuspecting null pilots on shopping trips starts to fade. Noragen looks out into the wilds and decides its time to enter the safest of all safe spaces, nullsec. He is swiftly indoctrinated into the unspeakable pleasures of shooting at POS structures. Targets that dont even run away! Surely the pinnacle of the Eve experience.
Eight months of waking up each morning with the image of a still shielded control towers burned into his retinas, Nor throws off the shackles of big Alliance life and returns to his first love, the mercenary life. Quickly bouncing from a corp with one of the worst names in Eve (EVE Corporation 987654321-POP) to unarguably the one with the best (Somalian Coast Guard Authority), Noragen is in heaven. Under his steely watch, no Retriever or Atron is safe.
A few months later the lure of POS grinding becomes too much and Nor heads back to Null. This lasts about as long as a freighter on autopilot in lowsec, before the post-traumatic stress kicks back in, and he wisely returns to Marmite.
At this point the constant flipping back and forth between lowsec, hisec and null starts to remind me too much of my own killboard and our narrator decides to give this up as a bad job and go for a smoke instead.
I would however just like to thank Devon Hael whoever he may be, for this killmail which gave me a much needed laugh. Thanks sir, fly well and gank safe.