While most pirates have an adorable or foul-mouthed bird as a companion, this particular pirate carries something a little heavier: A FAT LOAD OF GUILT.
Honestly, I have about 40 seconds after a kill that I feel like a god. I’m congratulating us and high-fiving and crowing on Vent when I suddenly realize I just cost someone something tangible. And I feel terrible. My poor heart just goes *squish* (what kind of pirate am I?). If it weren’t for Ken, I’m pretty sure our killboard’s ratio would be in the negative.
But I’m not giving up! I think I just need to work up those heart-calluses and I may just be practicing on you.
What about becoming EVE’s Heidi Fleiss (except less horse-toothed and better looking)? Instead of madam to the stars, I could be the madam AMONG the stars! I could hire a bevy of sexy girl toons and provide “company” for all the lonely pod pilots in New Eden all while raking in the money hand over fist.
Fake sex for fake money…sounds fair to me. *wink*