Iorek en Augier

I thought it was a costume ball...


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A bit about me

I used to smuggle crackers into Jita several years back. The Chief Executive Panel had outlawed them due to near constant cracker-related debauchery, you see. The system was shut down, martial law was declared and people huddled in their domiciles for fear and want of crackers.

I could not stand idly by while such injustice was visited upon the somewhat innocent peoples of Jita. So I smuggled crackers. Salted, unsalted, and herb-riddled alike, it mattered not. All came in and all were consumed in secret orgies of cracker-related tomfoolery.

Then came the unpleasant business of the executions. I hadn’t seen Yutukio’s eyes bulge like that since that exotic dancer kicked him in the, uh, in the shin.

The moral of the story is: you reap what you sow. I still own a hanger full of saltines. I send a box each year to all my friends. Seem to have fewer each year as a result, but that's to be expected.