Gendril

His whole body shakes uncontrollably, cold sweat
is running down his back. He looks with blank
eyes at his moniter. It can't be true! The market
has collapsed! He is ruined. All his isk are gone
and his debts are so great, that now they are
even going to take his ships. For a long time he
just sits there, staring... Then he lets out an ear
piercing scream, feeding it all his despair... Gendril
sits up in his bed with a jolt and gasps for air...
fuck he hates that dream...
Well, time is money. Better go earn some more.
"Bring me some black coffee!" Shouts gendril to
his personal assistant as he opens the market
display. Another day full of profits has begun.

Motto:
If it doesn't have anything to do with making isk, I
don't wanna hear about it.

Why?:
ISK, it's that short! I want money and I'm doing
everything I can to get my hands on more isk.
Why, you may ask? It's simple! With enough ISK I
acn fund any war against injustice in EVE. Wars
are won and lost depending on the resources the
faction have. ISK makes the world go round!

But no, I'm not greedy. I'm making isk to make a
better world.