The Caldari Prayer

Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this day
Our daily gank
And forgive us our WCS's
But we won't forgive those that use them against us
And lead us not into bubbles,
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the thermal,
Explosive,
And kinetic
EM

"Admiral Norbank there's a minefield surrounding the base!"
*Muffled Thud*
"What Numskull placed a minefield straight in my path! When i find out which son of a bitch..."

"Loose lips sink ships, but 1400s work so much faster."

Fred Dibnoh - One idiot, alone, can only babble to himself. Many idiots, together, can spout inanities back and forth like a tennis match between spastics.