Leonard Neemoi

Choose Eve. Choose a race. Choose a faction. Choose a career. Choose a fucking big battleship, choose drones, webbers, scramblers and cap injectors. Choose rich systems, low security, and ship insurance. Choose megacyte filled haulers. Choose a clone. Choose your enemies. Choose long range weapons and matching ammo. Choose a rat infested belt with a range of fucking bounties. Choose Jita and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday evening. Choose sitting on that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing mission spawns, stuffing fucking implants into your head. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable complex, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up noobs you recruited to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose eve.

Choose o7