I activate the power of my X-Large Clarity Ward Enduring Shield Bosster, recite the sutra of the Copasecic Compact Shield Boost Amplifier and pop a Heavy F-RX Compact Capcitor Booster. The pressure of my released Multispectrum Shield Hardener IIs turns seven thousand inferior capsuleers and five hundred thousand rats in the radius of forty thousand meters into fine red mist. I flick my Rapid Heavy Missile Launcher IIs and dump forth twenty four Mjolnir Fury Heavy Missiles and 5 demonic Ogre II drones released from their infernal fetiches and immediately use them to construct an unimpeachably auspicious empowering formation that generates over 1,000 DPS. My flying missiles explodes through your pathetic shields and impacts your retard face, practically proving to you how your unstable shield hardeners and feeble orthodox techniques meant you were courting death the entire time you foolishly thought you had the eyesight enough to understand the EvE Online for what it is. My junior corpmates clapped and my FC swoops in to deliver a corp promotion to my feet. Your FC tears his hair out in shame, loses his capital ship a day later, dies and gets podded in highsec.