As I lay there recovering from the... rapid change in inertial direction, I felt pretty stupid.

I should've noticed when my belly was a more effective weapon than my EVA-8 with CQB loadouts.

I should've noticed when kills were getting easier as people would stop, stare, gawk, and occasionally nosebleed at me.

I ESPECIALLY should've noticed it when Spyglass mistook me for an Ogre chassis based on my weight alone.

Here, crushed beneath my arse, was only the latest in a *growing* list of evidence that I was FAT and likely no longer fit to be counted in the ranks of the agile Pilots.

Perhaps they have a position for chef open...

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That's like $60 worth of art for the price of $15!

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