Crozarius

I activate the power of my F-90 Compact Sensor Booster, recite the sutra of the Gyrostabilizer II and pop a Nanite Repair Paste. The pressure of my released Fleeting Compact Stasis Webifiers turns seven inferior capsuleers and fifty rats in the radius of forty thousand meters into fine red mist. I flick my 280mm Howitzer Artillery II and load forth 7 Republic Fleet Phased Plasma S rounds and immediately use them to construct an unimpeachably auspicious empowering volley that generates over 2,000 Alpha Strike. My howitzer shells explode through your pathetic shields and impact your retard face, practically proving to you how your unstable shield hardeners and feeble orthodox techniques meant you were courting death the entire time you foolishly thought you had the eyesight enough to understand the EvE Online for what it is. My junior corpmates clapped and my FC swoops in to deliver a corp promotion to my feet. Your FC tears his hair out in shame, resigns a day later, dies and gets podded.

Shevacai Ess-Cai > Also... who's thrasher is Cockmangler?