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In-game bio
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for every ship drops to zero.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
I'm a man of wealth and taste.
I've been around for a long, long year.
Stole many a man's soul and faith.
Pleased to meet you.
Hope you guess my name.
In game fun haver.
Vertical supremacist.
Disiple of Bob.
All ships must be exploded.
We are all just children grown tall.
Your too old fat man, and your tits are too big. Get the fuck off my porch.
If you're going to follow us to the top
harden the fuck up.
There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.
carl_sagan
Pay attention, capsuleer, for those who have gone before you call for you to join them.
The cyno is now lit.
Floating-Point Operations appetite of nothing
Please allow me to introduce myself.
I'm a man of wealth and taste.
I've been around for a long, long year.
Stole many a man's soul and faith.
Pleased to meet you.
Hope you guess my name.
In game fun haver.
Vertical supremacist.
Disiple of Bob.
All ships must be exploded.
We are all just children grown tall.
Your too old fat man, and your tits are too big. Get the fuck off my porch.
If you're going to follow us to the top
harden the fuck up.
There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.
carl_sagan
Pay attention, capsuleer, for those who have gone before you call for you to join them.
The cyno is now lit.
Floating-Point Operations appetite of nothing