Call me Oddyssus. Several years ago—never mind how long precisely having little or no Isk in my wallet, and nothing to interest me on world, I thought I would fly about a little and see the blacker parts of New Eden. It is a way I have of jumping to a clone interface with an interstellar ship. When my cybernetic parts itch more than I can endure; when darkness or the blue sky confine sight and limit the soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing to clean out my warehouses, and dreaming of becoming the next floating frozen corps; and especially when my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping in to the station and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to space as soon as I can.
So… is there a newbro question here or is this just some fan fiction?
Thought you said you had learned a hard lesson and wouldn’t be eating any moldy rye bread again?
Just fan fiction it only gave me a new bro category to post on.
It was he moldy Colby Jack Cheese that inspired it all.
Hello new friend. I’m moving your thread to a more appropriate location, in the case, out of pod experience.
Thanks
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