Titus Xatium

Choose a race. Choose a bloodline. Choose a career. Choose a corporation. Choose a frigate, choose autocannons, drones, Micro Warp Drives and ammunition types. Choose carebearing, low sec, and ship insurance. Choose alliance taxes. Choose a home station. Choose your corpmates. Choose a destroyer and matching salvagers. Choose a hi-sec POS on stolen ISK with a range of shitty modules. Choose Orcas and wondering who the hell you are on downtime. Choose sitting in that pod and watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mining lasers, stuffing quafe into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable Industrial, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, messed up corpmates you lured in to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got PLEX?