This is actually a quite funny story. As some of you know space is now having problems with people dying unable to revive. This time I died outside of F.O.M.A. Twelve hours ago. Yep. Support finally fixed that and put me inside F.O.M.A-arrival. But before all this I had bought myself a level 8 amp to go try my luck with, and that level 8 amp was still there when I finally could breath again. First I get and I thought to myself: ah, cool, worst case scenario I have ~30% return. Then I dropped a few other bombs, got some lag, kept on running; saw the claim before I saw the swirlies - and I shat my pants (figuratively - don't stop reading now): After that one I realized something could actually happen; something was bound to happen. 'tis was in the air - in my breath, blood, mind. I could feel that this was the day I would make history. Well, at least Divide's baby-steps into history. And I did. So there you go - that's my story. Objectively nothing special, of course. No mod/imp fap/gunna here, no, no, no. No 5k PED bloodmoss. But I promise you all; this was my day, and it will be mine forever. Divide D. Impera See you all on Planet Cyrene.
I can tell you one thing: digging up this lyst with my low drilling skills ... well ... an average of 3.5 PEC per "dig".
