Dont Feed the Monkeys

I lick a finger and stick it in the air to see which way the wind is blowing. It was a bad choice to come bunk with EXILE for a week. I run with a gang of pirate scumbags and we enjoy a game where we land somewhere new, and lay waste to as many as we can, while belittling their efforts to stop us. This sector 356 is full of people that would rather be great friends. The UNFORSAKEN and UNFORGIVING alliances are pretty much gone, to sector 358... even further from us than their old home in 357. Suits me.

I gave my friends the list of exile players in sector and said- everyone else is fair game, but don't mess with exile. Sloaney and I are members in the alliance, but we haven't done anything with them in quite a while. Our show goes on, and we are headed to a sector we've been thru before. Possibly a salvage week, since the crew was pretty well fed up this past week... while living in a cage. Somebody actually hit YellowDevil in the face with a peanut. He slung some poo at the snot-nosed punks.