"I am Herpderp, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a miner not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
'No,' says the man in Gallente, 'it belongs to the poor.' 'No,' says the man in the Amarr, 'it belongs to God.' 'No,' says the man in Minmatar, 'it belongs to everyone.'
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...