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Isk and the Future

Last night I also managed to tip 3bil isk. Losing my Noctis and 2 ruptures over the weekend were a minor setback I wasn't interested in having. However, shit happens and you make more isk and buy more ships.

However, after the weekend of productive roaming and finally getting some final blows on things I realized that I was short term goalless. I putter around in my Rupture but I don't do a lot on field outside of tackle. Tackling ships is super important but I'd like to feel like I was wanted on the field to fuck shit up sometimes as well.

Then I remind myself that my PvP toon just turned 3 months old. However, I have worked quite hard to craft her into a solid, useful toon with a good base skill set. Lamenting my woes to my CEO he gave me a hurricane fit and told me to get into that ship now, and then max skill everything about it. Once I did that, he said I was set to learn whatever the hell else I wanted to learn and figure out.

Hurricane now and I can start fucking some shit up.

I will skill into it in a month. The longest part of that is getting my gun specialization up. However, its nice, I feel good. Chella is headed to logi and she is almost done cruiser 5, finally. However, like anything, there are humps. My wishes are moving a bit faster then my abilities and pulling them back into something reasonable takes a bit of energy sometimes.

However, I do have a Quafe t-shirt on my PvP toon. Someone got her one and decided that she'd look sexy with it on.

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