Choose Avatar. Choose a Skill. Choose a career. Choose a Corp. Choose a fking big ship, choose guns, web, warp scramblers and ECCM mods. Choose clone, Attributes, and Skill Plan. Choose fixed Bookmarks in space. Choose a System. Choose your friends. Choose Missions and PVP. Choose an alliance with ship fking replacement. Choose Manufacturing and wondering who the fk you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mining ops, stuffing fking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, wishing yourself you could quit, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fked up brats you spawned when you podded back to station.Choose your Alpha.

Choose EvE.