Margins thru the roof
16 Oct 2015Vashta
Yesterday I started with 47,000 credits to my name and could not afford to die. But as I sunk in my seat at the mere thought I heard the sound of a new hope over my coms, and as I heard CMDR Mal Renolds praise the credits to be earned to be a courier for far out stations from the deep black. As soon as I had learned of my saving grace I quickly got into my asp, with a hope on the horizon and a song in my heart I plunged into the danger of the far out dark. At the end of my trip I had only to count my 12,000,000 blessings.