Night gathers and now my mining begins. It shall not end until my PLEX is up. I shall pilot no cruiser, camp no gates, pod no capsuleers, I shall lead no corps and win no Glory.
I shall live and die in the belts. I am the pick-axe against the void, miner in the anoms, reprocessor of the ores, manufacturer of ships, the supplier of death, the fuel that keeps the furnaces lit.
I pledge my life and honor to the Miner's Watch, for this night and all to come.
Now fit your shield hardeners and warp core stabilizers, for the space is dark and full of droppers