I kick the third attacker in the stomach again. This time I catch him in the solar plexus. I can see his eyes roll into his head as the wind is knocked from him. He’ll be down for the count.
I still can’t shake free from the vice-like grip the first attacker has my arm in. He has his entire body weight behind the shoulder lock, and I can feel it tearing at the joint. I am distracted by the foot long knife blade whipping towards me by the second attacker to be able to disengage. Continue reading
Lifting weights makes women huge? Try again … chocolate cake makes women huge.
It’s not how crazy you are, but how much you enjoy it that makes you dangerous.
The Utopia System, was, in any measurable sense, completely unremarkable. Its star was a blue dwarf, just like most others in this sector, and none it’s eight planets supported a significant atmosphere, let alone sentient life. There were no asteroid clusters, comets, nebulae, or any other remotely interesting stellar phenomena nearby; there wasn’t even anything worth mining in the minimal ice belts. In short, there was absolutely no reason for any living creature to ever come here. Continue reading
Unless you tripped and smacked your face on the treadmill, nobody wants to hear about your workout.
Real men don’t wear pink. They eat it.
It’s not about how bad you want it, it’s about how hard you’re willing to work for it.
Welcome to the continuing monthly EVE Blog Banters and our 49th edition! For more details about what the blog banters are visit the Blog Banter page.
What is “rich” in EVE? Is it simply having more ISK than most everyone else, is it measured in raw numbers of some other ethereal quality? Can you actually be poor? Have you ever lost nearly everything and had to claw your way back? If you are rich, how do you know and how did you get rich? Continue reading
“It is what it is.” she said to me with a tone of implied finality. I contained the boiling rage within. Continue reading
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