The Soul of a Proud Knight, and the trash filled mind of a lazer bathed solcialite

"ONE QUESTION: Just how blue is he really?"


Our Mad God,
Who art in Wormholes, Bob be Thy name.
Thy sleepers come, Thy will be done. In k-space as here in home.
Give us today a useful static, And forgive us our poor fits.
As we gank those that blob against us.
Lead us not into k-space, but deliver us some Exotic Dancers.
For Thine is the Wolf-Rayet, the Red Giant, the Pulsar, and the Cataclysm.
From downtime, to downtime.
D-Scan