Deep Pockets

To have some fun, I spent a few days can flipping after a long spell of camping Rancer and roaming nearby lo-sec pipes. Half of the miners were AFK farmers, and most of the others were experienced enough to mine with a hauler alt or in corp gangs. I warp along, and before me comes a 4-day-old Osprey pilot in a German industry/mining corp. I aggro, he fires, etc., and then the magic: Chelmar II > 2 mil ***** > pleas stop Chelmar II > 2 mil isk and yu can keep your ship =) ***** > holt on ***** > ok Chelmar II > 30 seconds Chelmar II > 20 Chelmar II > 10 Chelmar II > 200 000? Chelmar II > 1.8 mil more please. ***** > sorry mi bad Chelmar II > I have enough ammo, stop sheld boosting =p At this point I'm getting pretty impatient. His shields are halfway up, and frankly I'd rather have heard him pop than see my wallet blink. It did start blinking (I wish I screenshot this). And I almost shit my pants. I'm up by about 30 million ISK. Wtf? ***** > i gave you ***** > bad tipping ***** > waut Chelmar II > ? ***** > i give you ***** > wait ***** > pleas ***** > hold on ***** > thanks Chelmar II > Thank you. ***** > shit no Chelmar II > ? ***** > i hav tipping rwong Chelmar II > ? ***** > pleas ***** > i gave you to mutch Chelmar II > how much did you have? ***** > to mutch ***** > pleas ***** > geve mi back ***** > pleas Apparently he typed an extra zero or something so he ended up dumping his entire wallet into mine. Yep. I actually felt a tinge of pity for him and gave him back 20 mil. I know right? How sacrilegious of me. Chelmar II > here is some isk back Chelmar II > next time dont type wrong ***** > mi copr hunt you now gave mi al pleas Right, the good 'ol 'OH NOES I HAVE BIG BAD CORP OF HULKS TO OMGWTFBBQ YOU!!11eleven' argument. ***** > pleas give mit the moni back ***** > im new Chelmar II > you've learned a lesson today Chelmar II > now you are no longer new ***** > i game eve onli a week ago Chelmar II > and you have 30 mil aready? Chelmar II > clearly if you can get 30 mil in a week you can get 30 mil this week? =) ***** > me freinds from corp ar geving mi Chelmar II > ahh i see ***** > help me ***** > pleas give mi 8 mill back ***** > be fair Chelmar II > this is eve Chelmar II > there is no fair =p Then he starts complaining about how he's broke, he can't buy the implants his corp told him to get, he can't afford his Minmatar strippers anymore, etc. Now I'm regretting even having CONSIDERED returning isk back to him. Later in the day, I find a Retriever peacefully moving plagioclase into a can. Something is very wrong here. I aggro, and local shoots up. I convo him, and he's confused as a fetus, but he refuses to take my can. He warps, I wait, and after 5 minutes he returns in... a mighty Exequror! My can pops and I point him. See the convo? Notice how he isn't on local (his name begins with Lord B): He logs back in structure, and in the wreck I see... large shield booster and large extenders? This game never ceases to amaze me. However we convo a bit and he turns out to be a good sport, he plays down his loss and we talk a bit about game mechanics and ship fittings and other stuff. Funny guy the Osprey pilot, though. This evening he sent me a friendly evemail: Fair? Guess he didn't learn anything then :P