LadyShu

Status: Active

CREATO IL: ...

SECURITY STATUS: -2.77

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ADAPT OR DIE, DIE IS OUR SOLUTION!

In the cold dark of New Eden, most pilots cling to their ISK like it's their last breath. They fear the flash of a cyno; they tremble at the overheat. They have forgotten the ultimate truth: DYING IS THE SOLUTION.

I don't just accept the wreck—I crave it. Every hull I sacrifice is a gift to the capsuleer economy and a testament to the fact that I am living, while you are merely docking.

Gank me, spank me, make me explode... I love it! A Red Killboard is the only honest diary in the cluster. We explode so the markets may thrive!


POST-WRECKAGE CARE INSTRUCTIONS:

If you are reading this, you have likely just turned my ship into a cloud of expanding plasma. Congratulations! While you loot the modules, you may find a shivering Pug or a pulsing Fedo in the wreckage. Please observe the following:

Do Not Panic: The Fedo’s scent is not "rotten meat," it is the smell of victory.

Feeding: Pugs require treats; Fedos require your ship's organic waste. If you run out of waste, the Fedo will begin eating your seat cushions. Let it.

Socialization: Do not separate the Pug and the Fedo. They have formed a collective consciousness based on heavy breathing and skin folds.

Disposal: If they become too much for you, please eject them near a busy trade hub. They enjoy the view of the traffic. (at least the Pug will)