This really hurts to log. I lost the replacement Bustard, Replacement Buzzard, Replacement Hangar Array AND the Replacement Ship Maintenance Array. This time in.... wait for it............. Hi Sec.
"How?", you ask, through tear soaked eyes, gasping for breath and unable to keep any semblance of a straight face.
You see, I was coming up on this gate and went to jump. Just before I jumped I had been moving my fittings around for better access to them through the F keys. You see, I had just bought and fitted this ship. I mean, JUST bought and fitted this ship. Another Titanic voyage. Anyway, I went to activate the jump [insert brain lapse here] but instead clicked the icon to activate my ECM burst disruptor. I clicked 'Yes' on the warning window that popped up thinking it was asking me to confirm my jump to low-sec."
*stops to take another sip of whiskey*
*continues*
Too late I realized it was not a window asking me to confirm my jump through the gate but a message asking me did i want to activate an illegal weapon in hi security space. Needless to say the gate guns opened up on me and I was toast before I could warp to a planet in hopes of evading Concord. What a week, what a week it has been.
So, I take a moment of silence and say...
"We are gathered here today to commit Lance Ducatillon, once again, in his pod to space; ship to ashes, clone to pod, clone to clone. Eve giveth and Eve taketh, amen."
...cue hysterical, gut busting, eye watering, tear inducing laughter. I will not be mentioning this episode to anyone beyond this blog. Comments that you may feel prudent to express may be posted in the comments of this log.
Do to the jarring around my brain incurred during the transfer to the escape pod, I have been diagnosed with selective amnesia and will unlikely recall any of this incident. I am posting it hear as official record of the event. Unfortunately, I am told this amnesia will most likely last the rest of my life.
2 comments:
I feel your pain dear friend and leader.
It's just one of those weeks I gues, unfortunate is the word I'd use, but that wouldn't fully describe your situation.
Lance, from now on. You are barred from using hauling ships until further notice on the pain of being podded as many times as it takes.
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