We're a scientific corporation.

Seriously.

Very legitimate.
"How many times have you been at a gate camp, or waiting for a cyno so you can hotdrop, or roaming into a hostile region? Then mother nature calls and its time for a bio break at the worst possible time. What do you do? Do you leave the fleet and "control q" and make a mad dash for the bathroom? Do you hold it in while you make wierd faces? Or do you let it fly at your computer?

Today I had to make this call. I was doing a gate camp in 0.0. We heard scout intel of a 30 man hostile fleet incoming. We had about 25ish in our gang and it was going to be a pretty even and fun fight. For lunch I had eaten a bunch of brats and deviled eggs. My stomach had been upset for a couple hours and I could feel something bubbling. I could tell that this wasn't a normal "prairie dog" or "turtling" situation. It was going to be a violent spray. However, the epic PvP fight was close and I figured I could hold it. My face was distorting and I tried to reposition my bottom on the chair so it gave me the advantage. Something had to give as I was holding in alot of pressure. I figured I could release a little gas to buy me a couple minutes for the PvP fight.

As I carefully released a little gas the flood gates opened and I SHARTED!. So here I am, a 43 year old man, and I'm PvP'n in this epic fight with pants full of my own excrement. On top of that, our fleet got wiped. I then went to the bathroom to wipe."