EVE Fiction

(credits - 3 word story )

In New Eden that is all.

I got ganked. I purchased insurance.In New Eden, you can be a freedom fighter I died horribly to gate guns [Moving your thread] [to EVE Fiction] while flying my nano fit raven to places unseen whilst reading about riches beyond my expectation, when suddenly my cameras spotted fun threads die.

Not this one “Asteroid is depleted” like this thread and many others more to come the truth is written next week but until then reach down deep produce for yourself an EON submission U check local for signs of life, and maybe someone will take the bait.

Meanwhile in Amamake a Nation carrier descends upon the fleet which decided to jump the gate only to find a pirate fleet engaging a group with millions of words. Violence was doled out generously. Afterwards, the corpses were reprocessed for ******* their stumps, a well known Pirate leader prepared his special underwear in anticipation of death due to the fact he had to just stick it to the side of his captain's quarters, without a doubt his implants were definitely acting erroneously due to Jovian with brain defect donating the implants to Viziam beforehand.

Later that night without hesitation the Caldari Navy detained a gaudily dressed vagrant dancer wearing nothing, looking clothed anyway who promptly decided, without thinking really, to engage the gyro hips technique lasting five minutes and turning heads throughout the cluster.

Even some Amarrians masticate spatula corundum in prodigious quantities to fulfill the final blob when someone spilled sacred assorted nuts on a devout crone and her handbag causing her to summon Captain BOPOH, still functioning because Quafe Ultra gives massive boosts to understanding the concept of pleasure hubs and pleasure axles without expending ectoplasm and retaining legality within Gallente space.

Capsuleers alongside something, a crème egg perhaps, or a Blood Raider outpost protected by Bhaalgorns and their grandmothers launching false teeth into the distant and unforeseeable colliding like shrapnels lightly hitting for kinetic and bacterial damage, spread over my cargo hold causing spoilage of exotic dancers female “woe, those dentures... ...doth approach vigorously!!” she said! apparently a quicker talker would have devised proper diplomatic relations between the state and mighty concord gobbled up sweeties and exchanged holoreels showing Heth's doctor what a real Deteis looks like.

After a short unpleasant inquisitorial interlude throughout which hideous stomach gurgling noises in many languages. One such language “This tale must for posterity's sake continue to usher in a new revolution in snack foods. Protein delicacies were always available for organic organisms with different compositions catering for largely elitist, less than sanitary soldiers, armored suits had serious reinforcement issues afterwards. The commander in chief issued Spatulas to defend the base where certain pilots were bombarding with confusing nonsensical comments. 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 captains log” acquired in Heimatar, for less than fifty nanoribbons worth of exotic dancers. Sadly, he decided that it was a flawed rhythm 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 accommodate the wriggling fedo's in 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 Caldari space a missile manufacturing facility, with close ties to Mordu's Legion mercenaries, prepared for the hordes of oncoming 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 authoritan 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.

However in Yulai, spaceships fly you! “Oh my!” she groaned lasciviously while desperately trying to stop the insurgents from speaking the painful truth about certain odors wafting through life support systems aboard Minmatar Trapped in belt five gold rings said a guy, the lost prophet of lords a leaping looked for HUNS and their pets on the edge of known space and with lots of seemingly interesting trading cards of wanted men.

CONCORD blapped my ship for hi-sec piracy, but my insurance found a way, on paper anyway, to fill wallet to critical levels with mostly useless real money transactions, to purchase boots.ini plus secret male genitals, which were the silver twin.

Twenty minutes later he grew a clone named minnie-me like they don't care about trolls or what they'll say to your overweight momma or the hot babysitter while mom's out I tend to play EVE Online until recently when my clone, minnie-me cross trained Gallente Battlesihp to five and acquired a second Battleship skillbook.

It was Jove, or possibly nanites however nobody could understand why Guristas snort so much I MAKE POST!!!! Towards a fine line which looks like a Iteron about to get an ass whuppin, which is ironic because everybody knows that minmatar ships are made of old duct tape and Quafe cans. “I think, therefore my ship acts” Said some gallente to himself.

Immediately jovian cries to all known frequencies around the cluster, inadvertently blocking the emergency bacon transmission from reaching all corners of the Like bots network but then hacker modules started being sucking useless for doing anything other “.....capacitor..... is empty.”

Kruul then decided to tank my glass full beer in exchange for seventeen elite slaves who excelled at one eyed snake hunting in the Minmatar rust fields while eating many bbq fedo steaks while drinking a gallentean democratic champagne but then I said to my old great aunt I've been reclaimed which made her rapidly consume several portions of dried potatoes. Then she quaffed a Quafe served in a cup made of recycled minmatar hulls then she undocked an officer fitted interbus shuttle. That can pop sleepers full of caffeine dependent janitors who always primary drones for exercise.

Meanwhile gunless atrons roam in starter systems with guardian support throwing corpses at nearby spider tanked Ravens, as their little female helpers with true slave fantasies, but no actual supply of fat exotic dancers sort trading cards covered in glow from radioactive waste produced by a space battle which left thousands stranded because of interrupted communications.

Presently speaking we should have emptied that bottle of radioactive material somewhere other than down his pants....

Reserved for part 2