Eve-online/Bios of note

I am a space fighter.
I am a warrior and a member of a team. I serve the alliance and fly among the stars.
I will always keep my clone updated.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never leave my gang behind.
I will never leave a pod unpopped.
I am disciplined, with good eye-hand coordination, trained on skills and proficient in flying cruisers as well as cap ships.
I stand ready to hunt, shoot, and kill my enemies in zero-gravity.
I am a guardian of pod-pilot way of life.
I am a space fighter.

The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.

The Golden Rules

1. 1 Trust the fear.
2. 2 Stay at range.
3. 3 Expect to die.
4. 4 No Balls. No Glory.
5. 5 Teamwork is essential, it gives them someone else to shoot at.
6. 6 Never under estimate someone elses stupidity.
7. 7 Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.
8. 8 Never fight a fair fight
9. 9 Dont fly it if you cant afford to loose it

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Randolph old bio David (talk) 03:51, 2 March 2016 (UTC)

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Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal... H.P. Lovecraft "The Tomb"

Lieutenant-General Sir Adrian Paul Ghislain Carton de Wiart VC, KBE, CB, CMG, DSO (5 May 1880 – 5 June 1963), was a British Army officer of Belgian and Irish descent. He served in the Boer War, First World War, and Second World War, was shot in the face, head, stomach, ankle, leg, hip, and ear, survived a plane crash, tunneled out of a POW camp, and bit off his own fingers when a doctor refused to amputate them. He later said, "Frankly I had enjoyed the war." - Wikipedia (Thanks, Matthew!)

Blessed are the Logistics Folk for they will deliver us to Evil.

Randolphs new bio David (talk) 03:51, 2 March 2016 (UTC)

Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god, Crom and he lives in the earth. Once, giants lived in the Earth, Conan. And in the darkness of chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered. And the Earth shook. Fire and wind struck down these giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters, but in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We who found it are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one - no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts. [Points to sword] This you can trust.