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You don't go out and mine in null sec for profit.
You don't go out and mine in null sec for the thrill.
You don't go out and mine in null sec for your alliance, or your corporation, or for the "community" or even for yourself.
No
You call in sick, set your alarm clock for low activity hours, then fly out into null and mine just to spit in the face of an uncaring universe, forsaking logic, sanity, and human decency in the process.
You get out there and you spend an ungodly amount of time and energy extracting Arkanor and Mercoxit not because you can, or because you want to, but because you're a man who can't be bought, bullied, or reasoned with.
You're a borderline masochistic sociopath
That's why you mine in null sec
And when you die (and die you shall...over and over), your ressurection will be a note in an eternal Sisyphian symphony of unending toil, repeating infinitely.
For your jump clone, torn from deep sleep, hijacked and hacking up capsule fluid onto the cold deck of your next starship, will rise to continue the mindless task until these servers shut down and all life in Eve comes to a cold and cataclysmic end.
You don't go out and mine in null sec for the thrill.
You don't go out and mine in null sec for your alliance, or your corporation, or for the "community" or even for yourself.
No
You call in sick, set your alarm clock for low activity hours, then fly out into null and mine just to spit in the face of an uncaring universe, forsaking logic, sanity, and human decency in the process.
You get out there and you spend an ungodly amount of time and energy extracting Arkanor and Mercoxit not because you can, or because you want to, but because you're a man who can't be bought, bullied, or reasoned with.
You're a borderline masochistic sociopath
That's why you mine in null sec
And when you die (and die you shall...over and over), your ressurection will be a note in an eternal Sisyphian symphony of unending toil, repeating infinitely.
For your jump clone, torn from deep sleep, hijacked and hacking up capsule fluid onto the cold deck of your next starship, will rise to continue the mindless task until these servers shut down and all life in Eve comes to a cold and cataclysmic end.