As a potential gankee I want to be able to tell tales of the vicious claim jumpers my pardners and I drove off while mining, or to moan of how I need to get a new grubstake as those murderous varmints killed everyone, podded me and took all our gear.
I want to laugh at the frustrated howls of the gatecampers as my plucky ship warped off and to tell spine-chilling stories of the band of cut-throats led by Dread Pirate X who left not a soul alive, including me.
I want the thrill of bringing to sunny Dodixie, ivory, cedarwood and white Ammarian wine. Not a boring day at the office ferrying, pig-lead, iron ware and cheap tin trays.*
*With apologies to John Masefield.