Little Plugged In
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Little Plugged In

Jun 30, 2023(3y)
Jun 30, 2027(330d)
Combat
Kills1
Losses13
Efficiency7%
ISK
Destroyed2.97m
Lost211.61m
ISK Eff.1%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points1
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Cause I am Gallente, freedom was instilled in me, but distrust arose in me, since I did not understand the last war with the Caldari,
Although I certainly do not know much about the history or reasons for it. How did something so drastic happen that is still present today?
I decided to leave what was my house, with no belongings other than my ship and no one to wait for me. In search of the true meaning of freedom.

At first I thought about seeking help by asking in different places in the Universe.
I asked the Gallentes what freedom was, something to fight for they told me.
Then I went to Caldari territory, something to die for, he told me. Even though his eyes didn't seem very friendly...
Later I went to Amarr, do what you want, when you want and with whom you want, she told me, Although she seemed to have no appreciation for other people's lives.
And finally I asked a Minmatarian, who made an angry face and without further ado, he punched me tremendously and ran away babbling something about the Amarrians and the lack of Respect, although I couldn't hear well at all... My face still hurts when I remember that bastard.
Anyway, It is curious that depending on each person, freedom has a meaning, a value.
After wandering the Universe and without conclusive results, I think I am understanding what freedom means to me...

Coincidentally, I ended up in Zarzarkh, although I really don't know how I got there alive, the fact is that there I ran into pirates from both the Angel Cartel and the Gurista Pirates, who felt reluctant with my presence after my arrival, and despite my attempts and my suspicions, they never told me a word about what they were doing.

It wasn't until I decided to join the Cartel, to try to make a living, that my problems were resolved. War, destruction, smell of death, or rather blood mixed with oil, fuel and remains of ships burning everywhere, regardless of the enemy. All fronts open, all opportunities within my reach...

I think I'm starting to understand the people I asked during my trip, because each one was somewhat right, except that Minmatarian bastard, I hope to see him again one day...
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
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