DOTLAN EveMaps

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a corporation.
Choose a freckin big ship,
Choose damage controls, eccm mods, micro auxillary power units and exotic dancers.
Choose good standings, high security status and ship insurance.
Choose mining and wondering who the hell you are on a Sunday evening.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all in a miserable starsystem, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, frecked-up alts you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got phased plasma?