Call me Miiar. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no isk in my wallet, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would fly about a little and see the darker part of new eden. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then, I account it high time to get to space as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.


I'll give 1mil isk to anyone who PMs me with their favorite underrated movie.


-the list so far-
Swiss Army Man (2016)
Brazil (1985)
Rubber (2010)
Looper (2012)