Boraieus

Choose a race. Choose a faction. Choose a career.
Choose a fucking big battleship, choose drones, webbers, scramblers and cap injectors.
Choose rich systems, low security, and ship insurance.
Choose megacyte filled haulers. Choose a clone. Choose your enemies.
Choose long range weapons and matching ammo.
Choose a rat infested belt with a range of fucking bounties.
Choose Jita and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday evening.
Choose sitting on that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mission spawns, stuffing fucking implants into your head. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable complex, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up noobs you recruited to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose EvE.

I mean its one banana Michael, what could it cost? Ten dollars?