Our Bob, Who art in wormholes, Hallowed be Thy J-Tag. Thy system effects come. Thy sigs will be scanned, in static as it is in home. Give us this day our daily pvp. And forgive us our carebearing, as we cleanse those who carebear in our system. And lead us not into hisec, but deliver us from Local. Amen.
"Everything a human does is emotional; to assume that because it's not tangible it does not affect us is false. If such things that didn't exist didn't affect us then why do we love those who are dead? Worship deities in the sky. Fear the monster in our closet. Menace at the loss of sanity
A pixel video game that we invest our time into doesn't seem so insane to be upset about in the face of angst we experience in life itself."