The weekend has landed. All that exists now is nullsec, lowsec, wormholes and hot-drops. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. I'm gonna blow steam out my head like a hot-dropped Erebus, I'm gonna troll strangers all night, I'm gonna lose the plot in deadspace. The free kills inside me are freakin', man! Tonight I'm Chribba, I'm Mittani, I'm going behind enemy lines with my chosen fleet, man. We're gonna get more kills than all the alliances ever did, anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best roam of my life. I've got 73 bil ISK in my wallet - I'm gonna wax the ship, man! Supercaps are on me! Yeah!