It’s synthesized with my clones.
Wait…where are you getting your blood?
I do not purchase blood, nor do I collect it in any way. I find such a thing to be abhorrent.
So, you find the blood in your own purchased clone to be abhorrent?
Huh. Fancy that. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
That’s hardly what I said. Blood in my own body is not the same as purchasing a litre of someone else’s blood. God only knows why someone would want a jug of blood in the first place.
But it’s not from your original body. And you have to purchase it. So by your logic, you abhor your clones because of the “not-you-purchased-blood” that fills its veins.
That is not by my logic. You’re assuming that I think something I don’t, based on something I do, so that you can attack the thing that I don’t think. “Look how ridiculous Rynna is! She hates her own clone!” I don’t. Try arguing against my actual points, please.
There’s a world of difference between using a clone body, as a capsuleer, and buying a container full of blood from some rapscallion.
So, the manner of how you purchased the blood is the defining quality of what’s acceptable and what’s not.
Good to know.
Is that true for slaves as well?
High quality slaves bought from breeding institutions are more acceptable than those bought by rapscallion slavers?
Well, it’s always smart to buy from the right places. There are good slavers and bad slavers, high-quality slaves and low-quality slaves. But the act of buying a container of blood (as opposed to a clone, since I have to specify) is absolutely disgusting. Anyone who would even think of buying blood should be ashamed.
You have to ask yourself, why would they need that blood? Foul rituals, most likely.
Or underground medical clinics, in occupied areas under an embargo for whatever reasons.
But you wouldn’t know that, being one that does the occupying.
A clone is literally a container of blood.
NOTE: If anybody wants the name of my blood provider I’ll give you contact details. She’s the best. Using the perfluorocarbons helps with my stamina but they used to really annoy me. It was a density issue. My veins felt wrong. She has some secret formula that makes it feel like regular blood but I still get the energetic boost.
I’m happy to give her the business but she does primarily operate in Jita.
I’ll let my clan’s medical facilities know…
Disregarding this conversation about whether or not clones and jugs of blood are the same thing, I’d like to once again reiterate that it’s never too late to return to God’s divine light. Don’t any of you people want to be saved? Your soul is more important than these petty arguments on the IGS.
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By you?
I’ll pass.
You’re my silver medalist contender for the Most Bat ■■■■ Crazy Amarrian Award.
Firstly, saved by God.
Secondly, how in the world am I crazy? I’d like to see your ranking system, as I’m certain that you’re wrong. I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you very much.
Crazy. To think that you’d even dare say that about me.
You think that clinics and medical providers that buy life saving blood are:
You also just said that you have to save people, but then said:
That leads me to believe that you believe that you’re god. And I do believe earlier in this thread you’ve stated, that you’re some sort of chosen one? You have (only one) city named after you, built by slave labor (who apparently “adore” you. But we all know it’s just fear based) and one whole battleship! Obviously you believe that your singular battleship coupled with godly divine powers will eradicate full blown armadas.
I mean, you’re dangerously approaching Naup territory here with your radical and inflated ego.
You’re pretty bat ■■■■ crazy.
I have never once claimed to be God. I am His humble servant, working tirelessly to spread His Word! Inahka is not simply “named after me”, it is my home and my birthright. My people do adore me! They sing my praises, erect monuments in my honour and cherish my family name! My late mother did not raise two perfect children and elevate a golden, glimmering city to divine heights just for faithless dogs like you to spread lies about everything she held dear.
How dare you!
You’ve been nothing but terrible to me since the day we met, all because you’re too afraid to see the light of God! I’ve done nothing but try to help you. I’ve done nothing but try to help everyone here!
Sin must be eradicated, but that starts with you. For the sake of everything, you people need to listen!
You know, as much as I didn’t want to see it at first, eventually you just need to understand that you cannot help those who refuse to help themselves. Time and time again, you’ve proven that you’re beyond help. Shameful!
Take a long, hard look at yourself and if you see no sin, you’re not looking hard enough.
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No. How much more clearly can we put it? Do we need to break out the crayons?
Spare me the arts and crafts. I now know that words alone will not sway you pathetic sinners.
The first billion topics broaching the subject didn’t enlighten you to that fact?
You can spare the taunting, as well. I had higher hopes for you disgusting people. That mistake will not be made again.