It all started here, 8 hours after I was born into this world. I was peacefully anjoying the scenic Hykkota gate in Ahbazon, when some goober with my name warps in with a pod! I grabbed my trusty railgun for home defence (like the founding fathers intended) and blasted him to kingdome come. he keeps coming back though, and keeps getting blasted.
Bob is my shepherd, I shall not want. Bob makes me lie down in active chains; Bob leads me cloaked beside AFK Carriers; Bob restores my heat damage. Bob leads me in right paths for the daily gank. Even though I walk through the chains of the Nullbears of K space, I fear no scrams; for you Bob are with me; your blaster and your ECM--they comfort me.
You prepare a gank before me in the presence of your enemies; Bob anoint my head with nanite paste; my Ammo overflows. Surely combat and wrecks shall follow me all the session changes of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of Bob forever.