There I grew up in a mining community, full of ugly 'sons of a bitches',
that have slimy, grabby hands and a foul beer gulping excuse for mouths.
mouths that slur the ugliest words in the whole universe.
I began my independency at the age of 14, when stole my fathers Imicus to escape
that rat nest! To achieve this I had to kill a man, or two - anywho, I felt no grief, I felt nothing. But dang, I was free to do what ever I pleased. Or so i tought atleast..
I was out there, alone in space. I surely had burned the bridge behind me, so I had no other choise than to build one. I had no plan, I had nothing. Well, tru be honest i had the imicus and a crap load of attitude, so i was doing pretty damn fine atm!
But thats another story, and telling stories takes time. And i have a corp to run, so you might want to check here later, if I had the time to write down my complete adventures!
Ill put it short, I grew "tough", as they say.
I have a firm believe in people who work hard, do their duty, and fill their post. Such behaviour will be noticed and rewarded. But don't expect to get a cookie from every move you make. Common sense will be used, and expected.
I need people that I can trusted, you need a corporation that can be trusted...aight?
EVE should be fun, interesting, challenging and social game. That what we believe anyway. So no whip-slashing-slave-mentality at us. No no, not at all.. :D
Contact me, or join channel "unakarakta 1%" in EVE.
till then, fly safe,
-Alanee'a Unakarakta
