My first death was 6 years ago. I remember it much better than all the ones to follow. I remember the fear, the rotting sweat soaked stink of fear. I remember wondering if my clone was safe. I remember the pain of the shrapnel cutting through me as my pod came apart around me. I remember wondering if i would died from the implosion or suffocate in the vaccume of space. I remember the fear. I remember the name of the ship that fired on me, Vegas was its name.

I remember the face of the pirate that offered to let me go if I paid his ransome. I couldnt pay, I was broke. I had spent all my ISK to upgarde my clone. But that face, I will always remember that face. I wonder if he tells stories about me? If he does, someday that will stop. I will find the one who done that to me and kill him.

I wonder if he knows I am a capsuler. I wonder if he knows im coming for him.


I remember the fear, the rotting sweat soaked stink of fear.