I was just a boy when the Minmatar infidels came to my Astrhaus in their Rifters. The infidels fired at the refinerys and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. Burning promethium rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. I could only hide myself and cry as my Fedo's were consumed by the fiery black liquid death. In the midst of the chaos, I could swear that I heard my Fedo's screaming for help. As quickly as they had come, the infidels were gone. It was on that day I put a jihad on them. And if you don't believe it, then you'd better kill me now, because I'll put a jihad on you, too.