Are the three golden rules when ever you a choosing place to live.

It seems, however, that through time and the isolation in New Eden, these rules were lost. It's the only way I can explain why two of my merc have chosen to live in the **** holes they reside in.

My Ammar Assault, decided to choose the darkest, gloomiest room available in the Empire. while my Gallente Heavy picked a basement office space to squeeze his way into. My Ammar neighbors are a bunch of free loaders, always asking for isk. If they aren't around, it's because there is an Eve pirate corp near by, attacking miners in space and harassing the local mercs. My Gallente either doesn't have any neighbors, or everyone else is also crammed in a small basement office, unable to reach the local chat terminal.

Both would love to use their couch, however their suits prevent sitting down, and they both have no room for a closet to store their gear. It's not like it'd be worth sitting on the couch, as the landlords have a contract with an awful advertising company. The company equipped every apartment with a massive, panoramic HD projection TV, but they are never allowed to turn it off and advertisements must be aired on it 24/7. High crime rates in both stations means their doors are always locked and due to an infamous galaxy wide tenant meeting, it is quiet hours at all times.

So no running in the station, no music, no animals, and all TVs must be on mute. Their only relief from their prison apartments is to go to work, and taking their anger out through the slaughter of helpless enemies.