"Stupid. Idiot. Fleet. That’s two insults and one reason you’re dead."
"You came for a cap gank. You got dropped on by the biggest collection of armor-bricked dumbasses in the game."
"We don’t chase. We appear. We smartbomb. We ask our FC what just happened."
I’m the reason your FC says 'NEVER DROP IN IMPASS.
"I’m not tanky. I’m just too stupid to know when to leave grid."
When I land, the grid tilts. I’m the line they break on. I’m the last thing they see before the fleet deletes them.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Resbroko with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Gusendall... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Gallentean named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
☜☆☞ IAC FOREVER ☜☆☞ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RIP Nick. (DEATHSTAR) The Most Evil Scottsman Nobheads and Wankers +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++