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Sunday, June 9, 2013

Conflict, Kilgnt, and Booze

Heheh...jeez...that stuff  'Mo brews is nasty. Turns out he knew the old Brutor who owned the bar, grizzled ol' cuss let him bring in a case of the stuff special for our celebration. His band of merry mercenaries managed to snag them a piece of the new CONCORD approved planetary conquest earlier today. Have themselves a nice little district to call home now. Wonder how long they can keep it....

I should probably explain, see my father and his brother have always been very competitive and so they both named their firstborn son the same thing "Nemo" after one of my Clans more infamous ancestors. The reason was because of a drunken bet, they both put up a few thousand ISK and whichever son made the bigger mark on New Eden would get the pot. So my entire life has been shaped by a name that was chosen during a drunken bet based off of blind pride. That's my family everybody.

Anywho I was born first so everyone calls me Ne, he was second so he is 'Mo. I became a Capsuleer, he became an Immortal Soldier. And we work together now, much to our fathers chagrin. They always wanted us to be rivals and instead we are closer than brothers. And when I got the call from him that they had won the battle earlier I knew exactly what would happen. And it did.

We got completely wasted off of backcountry hooch that was probably made from various chemicals that are used in ship maintenance...he still won't tell me what he puts in that stuff. It'll just about corrode the skin right off of you, but damn does it get you drunk.

We had a grand old time drinking with some of his CO and a few of their men, went to a club afterwards that was blaring some of that industrial Minmatar music that was sung in the old Raata language, oddly enough it was quite appealing. 'Mo found him some Seibestor woman with more curves than sense and they just disappeared. Me on the other hand, I barely managed to stumble back to my ship before blacking out and damned if I don't have one hell of a hangover. 'Mo and his boys really know how to party.

'Ne

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