Aside from being what I call my most prized body part, Golden Helmet is also the name of my ex-CEO and friend. Helmet is a much older pilot than myself and led myself and dozens of others through several months of pure pirating bliss while we were a part of the Python Cartel. He has been one of my favorite wing men and has sacrificed much of his own time and resources for our enjoyment. I was a little bit surprised when I woke up a few days ago and noticed a blinking icon on the monitor. A contract had been assigned to me from Jita and the item that had been contracted was... a Rattlesnake? "I don't even know what a Rattlesnake is..." I thought as I went and did a little bit of research.
A faction battleship worth over a billion isk. A billion. Wow. It turns out that Helmet has decided to give up the pirating and mercenary life for a while to take care of some things in his personal life. He has gone planet side indefinitely and give away all his stuff. Needless to say, I am now 1.3 billion ISK richer, my hangar is stocked with every ship and module imaginable and I will be set for quite a while. How appropriate it is that someone who gave so much to us all while he was here has even found a way to keep his legacy going now that he has gone? I hope we will see you again GH and when we do, I might still have some cash to give you.
I have a puppy. She is a Puggle (half Pug, half Beagle) and about one-and-a-half years old now. She seems to digress more and more every day as opposed to maturing. She barks at everything and anything and it isn't just a bark so much as a high-pitched squeal that could bring even the most hardened of men to their knees. She is needy, extremely hyper-active, she jumps on people, tracks mud everywhere, whines, digs holes in my yard and continues to eat her own feces at every possible opportunity. She is probably the most destructive and insane creature I have ever encountered and she makes me want to smother her with a pillow on most days.
Yet every so often when I take her for a walk or we are sitting around, she will walk up to me with her tail wagging and jump up up my leg so that she is looking straight up at me. It is almost unbearably cute and it makes me forgive her for everything shes ever chewed, every hole shes ever dug and for that time I came home from work to find that she had pooped all over my entire house.
Women. Whether they are human or not, they are all manipulative.
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