You will never be a real low-seccer. You have no skills, you have no dignity, you are risk averse. You are a biomass twisted by drugs and PLEX into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your corpmates are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your zkillboard in private channels.

Pirates are utterly repulsed by you. Countless years of gameplay have allowed capsuleers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even carebears who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a low-seccer. Your fit is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get into pirate corp, they will awox you the second they get a whiff of your shittery.

You will never be a low-seccer. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll open the character selection window, click on the X and biomass. Your corpmates will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to stay with you in corp with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll no even light you a cyno. Your character will decay and go back to the biomass, and all that will remain of your legacy is a killboard that is unmistakably shitty.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.