My Gallente parents taught me Tolerance and Compassion, but banished me for loving a foreigner. A Minmatar warrior taught me Honor, but cursed me for sparing an enemy. A Caldari merchant taught me to see profit, but robbed me blind. An Amarr Priest taught me Enlightenment, but damned me for seeking truth.

Then I dared to follow the path of the pod pilot, exploring the dreams and nightmares of the galaxy, seeking a new life amoung the stars.

Now I get paid, by people who don't exist, to do things that didn't happen, and not remember any of it....

Who says Fate doesn't have a sense of humor?