Professional asteroid whisperer. I stare at rocks for hours and call it “gameplay.”
My ship is held together by strip miners, caffeine, and the delusion that CONCORD will save me this time.
I don’t chase fights—I become content by existing.
Local knows my name. Gankers know my schedule.
If you think mining is boring, that’s because you’ve never felt true fear while alt-tabbed.
I am not AFK. I am strategically inattentive.

Immortal space billionaire. Still can’t find my drones.
Flies dangerous ships badly and considers insurance a combat strategy.