Man, I’m done. Done with being employed. Done with all them taxes, clocking in for some corporate clown, and getting paid in miserable ISK and shit. Man, that’s for bustas. I’m an independent businessman now.

I'm sellin' Straps. Simple as that.

You tell me what kind of heat you need for your local turf war, and I’ll roll up and deliver it right to your station. I ain’t selling Tech-3 strategic cruisers, man, I ain't rich. But my T1 and T2 straps are solid and affordable. Plus, I got them chemical boosters on the side to give your boys, girls and all the amazing LGBTQ+ People that extra edge when the shields start dropping.

You got a small corp? You trying to fight some bullies in Low-Sec or your local wormhole and need to stock up on Guns? Here is the deal, homie: You place an order at my shop. I’ll punch the factory buttons, load up my ride, and bring it to you.

Now, listen real close: I might not make it. Some hardcore gankers out there might blow my ass straight back to the cloning vat. That’s just the streets of New Eden. Also, I work alone and ain’t nobody got time to drive-by 24/7, alright? So, if you got a brawl going on tomorrow, you definitely should keep a backup order with some legit, boring business just in case.

But if you want real guns from a real entrepreneur – I’m your man. I ain't no snitch and I’m trying my best to support the underdogs.

So stop buying from the suits. Order at **Grove Street Delivery** today.