"GANKERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this J-Space before. There could be GANKERS anywhere." The solar wind felt good against his untanked Heron. "I HATE GANKERS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire ship, making it pulsate even as the 9 ISK booster circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of PVPers outside Highsec. "With a probe launcher, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.
I am a survivor. We're a dying breed.
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