The Final Battle

My glorious Thorax landed on the Hyperion. The shields peeled away like a banana. I confidently smashed the armor and brought it to critical meltdown. While discussing a proper ransom my kill was stolen from me along with my own ship being destroyed by a gang of 3 cloaky strategic cruisers. Upon returning to station I was informed that my pilots liscence will not be re-issued due to unpaid parking tickets. Looks like the end of the road for this space cowboy. Adios friends it was a trip.

It's a good thing I'm quitting the pirate life as my bankroll is near 0. I have enough isk for an exotic dancer a blaster and a plasma bullet. In a perfect world CCP would put a monument outside Heverice V station saying "Mr Snypes was the shit" but that's just a dream. Who the hell reads this blog anymore anyways? I guess my final words would be. There's more then just math and a flawless fit to being a good PVP pilot. That's just a lie used by others to bind you. It takes a touch of soul. If you believe in that, then you can fly like I do.

Mr Snypes out... *radio crackle*

Wild Style Prison Break

So I went into Amarr low sec. Guess what I saw? Nothing!

Suitable targets have been hard to come by recently it seems. So like a dummy, I go into the most deserted and dull part of all EVE. The only real excitement was getting chased by a Rapier that wanted to kill me so badly, because he was so bored, he followed me for yes... 10 jumps!

I often wonder why I go on these long journeys sometimes. I think It has to do with this feeling deep down inside that one day I will find a second home. A nice vacation spot I can visit from time to time. I love basing out of Heverice but there are times when every system I enter a Tusker will already be there to greet me. I think I'm getting arthritis in my wrist from waving so much. It's nice having friends and backup around but sometimes I need to pay attention to my inner lone wolf.

With the new access to planet schematics all pod pilots have been issued I figured I would have a quick look in an attempt to cure boredom. On a jungle planet deep in the wasteland that is Amarr low sec I spotted a prison camp. Apparently when a shipment of exotic dancers gets captured by Amarr customs this is where they are sent.

The Big Doll House (1971) (trailer)

I quickly threw together a bible merchant disguise and went planetside. The thing about the Amarrian Bible is it's the perfect weight for clubbing someone in the head not to mention thick enough to stop a bullet. After pulling a few slick moves with ninja swiftness I managed to free all the prisoners.

As we made our break a Curse chased my Ishkur for at lest 5 jumps on the way back to Heverice. I sent him the Rapier pilots number and told him they should hook up sometime.

You will be happy to know all the exotic dancers are now safe and back in Gallente space where they belong. Some have even decided to enroll in the Space Bunnies Academy for a chance to start exciting new careers. I guess that's pretty alright considering I have absolutely 0 kills to show for this weekend :(

Snypes

That's Mr. Snypes to You

First before I introduce myself could I guide your mouse to the link below to enhance this posts entertainment value as you read on.



I Mr Snypes, self proclaimed intergalactic man of leisure, would like to introduce you to my logs. I am a New Eden space pirate currently flying among the ranks of the Tuskers. Women, tobacco, and spirits are my life and in order to afford the expensive nature of my habbits you can often find me stalking the space lanes in the Verge Vendor region.

I am also the founder of a rehabilitation program geared towards helping and training former exotic dancers for meaningful careers in space. Many of the top graduates are often hired directly by myself as crew members on my ships. The academy raises funds through the highly popular Space Bunnies magazine that is released on a monthly basis featuring many of the girls currently studying at the academy.

I live life in the fast lane and these logs shall document my adventures.

Snypes