Role: Miner of rocks, runner of missions, future bringer of space-related pain.
Started in highsec with a rookie ship, a dream, and exactly zero idea what I was doing. Now? I still have no idea—but at least I’ve got a better ship.
Mining belts fund the clones. Missions pay the bills. Every ISK earned is one step closer to strapping guns on something shiny and making questionable decisions in lowsec.
I once mined Veldspar for 3 hours straight and called it “strategic patience.” My therapist calls it “concerning.”
I fit my ships like I cook—no plan, too much heat, and something always explodes.
They say "Don't fly what you can't afford to lose." So, I’m just here flying my hopes and dreams, because my wallet is too empty for anything else.
PvP? Not yet. But soon™.
Until then, I’ll be mining your moon goo and stealing your mission wrecks. With love.