Ever since I was a Tristan, I dreamed of soaring across Branch, dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting Guristas. People say to me that a person being a Vexor Navy Issue is impossible and I’m being fucking retarded, but I don’t care, I’m beautiful.
I’m having a legitimate ship salesman install warp drives, armor plating, and mount Wasp II cannons on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “VNI” and respect my right to kill from 30 kilometers and kill needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a Vexophobe and need to check your anomaly privilege.