Mining? Legal. My operation? Barely functional. But hey, someone’s gotta keep the belts in check, and I’m just the underqualified hero for the job.

Armed with a mining laser that could generously be described as “held together with duct tape and optimism,” I scour the asteroid belts, turning small chunks of space rocks into even smaller chunks of ISK. Efficiency isn’t the name of the game here—persistence is.

Sure, there are miners out there with ships that could clear a belt in minutes, but where’s the fun in that? Me? I prefer the “slow and steady” approach: watching other miners scoop up my rocks while I fumble with my modules and wonder if this belt is even worth it.

Some say I’m an inspiration to rookie miners everywhere. Others say I’m proof that even a bad miner can still carve out a niche. Both are probably right.

At the end of the day, it’s not about the yield—it’s about the journey. And by "journey," I mean desperately trying to remember where I parked my hauler.