Vulnus Mortalis

I was born in the ass end of Caldari space. Being a thinkerer has helped me staying afloat, but the corporation environment was not what I was looking for. All those sharp dressed individuals full of nothing were making me puke, and I started hating my life. 'There must be more', I thought. I needed purpose, a reason to undock and stay alive.

So finally I took the courage to leave forever that corrupted place everybody considered the heart of civilization, and with almost no possessions I moved to Amarr space.

Ah! The bigots! How many of them. Blinded by a golden god. Amarr space was ludicrous to me. So many freaks in long dresses, talking nonsense about gods and whatnot. But there was also nice people, traders, haulers, people with the tough skin of the heavy duty jobs. In a strange way I felt more at home here, than in my over-technological home space.

One thing I hated, though, was slavery. As much as the Caldari space was full of corruption and crime, we were no barbarians, and we did not enslave people like that. I still remember the first time I saw the markets, the slavers with their rabid hounds, the screaming innocents. I remember yelling at the slavers, confronting them, getting loose at them.

That's where I lost my eye,

to be continued...