I Always Carry a Flask

This Spirit warms the gut and tickles the nose!

Like an avenging spirit I return to New Eden, bent on cutting a swath through a whole new crop of pod pilots’ intent on cluttering the reaches of space with trash and junk. The reasons for my absence are not important; however, I noticed upon my return that my physical appearance had changed…more than likely due to some side effect of prolonged time spent in my pod.