Happy Wednesday everyone!
Mining Tales or How I learned to stop worrying and love mining
As I sit and watch another drunken pod pilot get their corporations logo tattooed on a very interesting part of the body, I smile and hope they do not drop corp as removal of that ink would be painful. It has been a year since the Gods decided to allow corporation tattoo’s for a fee of course. That is one of the best and worse things of this world. You can do almost anything as long as you have the isk. Today I am back at the quaint tavern known as “Friendship is Fucking Magic.” Nursing another ice cold heavy water and looking into the eyes of another young miner as he says the almost mystic lines “Hey old man can you tell us about the time in the belt with the stuff?”