Ghoulita

Stranded....Adrift....


That's where I was when the hunger hit me. Our frieghter had been sacked by pirates during a run through less than friendly Amarr territory. I was a slave en route to my new "home". The pirates had no use for us so we were left for dead in the cargo hold. Three days passed out there in the black with no food or water, and in desperation we were forced to devour the less fortunate in the hold with us. It quickly became a game of survival as fighting broke out and the last of us spent our nights with one eye open as far away from one another as possible. In the end, I was all that remained, a blood caked remenant of who I used to be standing in the middle of the scattered bones of my shipmates, half crazy and half dead. I'm still not sure how much time passed out there, but as luck would have it, a passing miner scanned the derelict I was in and extracted me from the hold. After realizing what had occured there, he started calling me a ghoul. Word spread