EVE Fiction

down the corridoor

in which multitudes

Wenches, inside jita

lost. After all

Eyes are overrated.

This revolved around massive ninja clowns and copious amounts of string cheese, within which lurked performance enhancing drugs making combat potency potential escalate tenfold to dangerous levels , but beyond control of ninja clowns leading to intervention by Serpentis Corporation's giant vast throbbing Neural Booster Mobile Research Lab Facilities Increasing bewbie power Sansha however, wanted a greater supply of bacon for keeping True Slaves fully synchronised for eternal pelvic thrusting into recesses of Maleatu Shakor's personal "private captain's log" acquired in Heimatar , for less than fifty nanoribbons worth of exotic dancers.

Sadly, he decided that it was a flawed rythm that would decide how much frentix would be injected into the CEO because of Falcon who lacked imagination Things were bad in lonetrek region, in which Arkombine soldiers got stranded out of ammo, out of alcohol, on an iceberg eating navy issue biomass.

They had been waiting for a very long table upon which they had killed group of homeless women and children who had drones to enable maximum potential damage, but failed to accomodate the wriggling fedo'sin the killzone at the same Time as the Zero gravity field emitted by the Phantom Skirt Lifter from the Heimatar extreme porno industry adding more scandal to Jacus Roden's planned biography by Carebears, to exploit Prime time holovision which features the Lars Kiormen documentary.

Meanwhile, in Caldarispace a missile manufacturing facility, with close ties to Mordu's Legion mercenaries, prepared for the enhanced AI drones who sold insurance to Titan pilots In order to track conflict zones the size of a planetary district after cloning rates indicated to actuaries public feasibility, leading to a rather disappointing change in the amount of new capsuleers being insured by drones. The next day with no warning , Drones! Drones everywhere! Live ones too in suggestive shapes like spines or anomalous toothbrush holders, started appearing everywhere to get the great feeling of shock and awe which reminds me
your battleship is burning away from a large collidable object.

It's labeled Unlicensed Mindclash Arena that takes place in wormhole space without local interference . This could be the end of Sansha's authoritarian regime. hah fat chance of that happening unless some hackers contact Sister Durado
anyway this cake is great, it's so delicious and full of aubergine making me puke impolitely and projectilely over the hangar-railing. I feel sorry for rich capsuleers very very drunk with power. Nonetheless not wholly convinced the empress decided to execute every exotic dancer capable managing the POS... with spikey isogen-5 before they can cause more spillage causing rogue drones to take notice. Career counselors advised those capsuleers to discobomb Scotty's office with Serpentis Smartbombs "Discobomb or discombob," During the annihilation a tingling sensation shivered up his anus which was a standing increase.

My loyalty points for free donuts used to purchase what I wanted in my cargo. Men in robes took the Ossmodula into lower stain with iterons full of Veldspar to commence the manufacturing of Estamel's modified tornado bait, which Caused tremendous pain, to the alliance's who thought theyd been glomped by a planet-sized squid which was actually just the Caldari ,rather than calamari, who prepared for sudden missile nerf.

Tibus Heth himself bought a Corax which was actually a space submarine , colour should be a lighter shade of yellow. We know who was farting in the down the corridoor disco dance club in which multitudes Of flying Monkey's Wenches, inside jita theres three pencils lost. After all we love boobs

That is truly an epic tale. Kids, just say no to drugs.

with special underwear

removing yours for

The inconvenient truth...