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In the waning days of EE I decided to take a few screenshots for shits and giggles. Being in their Alliance it was rather amusing seeing things from fire sales to leaked fits and a bit of backbiting. But I digress. The infiltration began weeks and months prior with relative ease with a few alts. This one in particular was a burner and now sits in the Vey Keepstar like a foul mouthed parrot.

Remember folks it's all about Trust. Loyalty. Compassion. The glue that brings a scrub low sec Alliance together like a sputtering engine held together by duct tape. Remember folks bashing towers with shitfit supers in low sec makes you a fucking badass: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLBAvLZ8Vbk

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Secondly:

Ever since I was a newbean I always dreamed of going to Reykjavik and getting rid of Jump Fatigue. Mr. Hyde says that running for CSM is impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care I'm Tara.

Im having Xenuria install hidden cameras in all my rooms in my house, and livestreaming it as part of a reality TV show called "Big Bovril". From now on I want you all to call me "The Donald" and respect my right to shitpost needlessly. If you can't accept my candidacy you are a Cis Gendered, Xenophobic, Homophobic, Racist Nazi that deserves to be punched for being a Fascist and you need to check your CSM privledge.

https://youtu.be/v86aUTpusjE

Hey fellow space friends. After upgrading my rig and finally getting my editing software to work I created a video of some of Rekkingcrews latest kills from the point of my Revenant.

I decided to repost the Reddit thread now that the video has encoded properly and Youtube has the video in 4k quality.

Captured with Nvidia Shadowplay. Edited with Sony Vegas Pro 13.

Enjoy : )

So I created a poem for my Secret Santa this year in PL about a week ago so apologies if the poem is for a week. Anyways I made a poem I sent via Eve Mail along with his gifts and thought it would be entertaining to share before the fight tomorrow. Enjoy!

T'was the week before Dunkmas when all thro' M-o Not a Ceptor was stirring, not even a Crow. The Bubbles were anchored by the Keepstar with care, In hopes that dank dread frags soon would be there; The Dino's were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of ratting Nyx's died in their heads.

And Killah in his Legion and I in my Cap, had just settled down for a tidi infested trap. When out on the Undock there arose such a clatter I