“You can call me Verat.” she stated coldly at me having called her “darlin”.

Ever since I had docked at the nullsec station I had a great sense of trepidation, of not belonging. It was the type of primal response that caused my neck hairs to stand on end, that cast shadows in my peripherals where none existed. A psychoanalyst might dismiss it as a natural human reaction to a new environment, and that I would adapt as had countless billions before me, but that wasn’t it. I was rarely uncomfortable no matter where I was. Had I been a writer, I would attribute this sense of foreboding to the classic tool of foreshadowing in play, that ultimately no good would come of my time here. Continue reading →

“Well you’re gonna have to figure it out.” Rixx Javix reiterated for the nth time during our conversation.

I ground my teeth in frustration. I knew it wasn’t Rixx’s fault, and I could tell by the look on his face that he hated this particular aspect of being CEO of the Stay Frosty corporation, but I also knew he was right. And at the core of who I was, I had always been a soldier. Even though I had finally been learning to question some of the Republic orders I had taken for years, I was still inclined to simply snap off a salute with a quick ‘yessir’ attached when told what to do. Continue reading →

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Not sure what your plans are, but I know what a Brutor like myself will be doing come New Year’s Eve – I’ll be celebrating as my forefathers did in times past and drink my face off. In fact, I think it’s time all of Stay Frosty became a little more culturally enriched and may just throw the bash to end all bashes!  Continue reading →

Let’s keep this simple, Merry Christmas to each and every one of you that has continued to offer me your best throughout the year. This year has been full of many ups and downs, yet through it all, you’ve remained a constant for me. As such, even though it’s not much, please enjoy the desktop wallpaper below: Continue reading →

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