By day he made billions of ISK a minute. By night he spent it as fast as he could on drugs, sex, and intergalactic trotting.
From the binge that crashed an Opus Luxury Yacht and ran up a 7 billion ISK hotel tab, to the wife and kids who waited for him at home, and the fast-talking, hard-partying young Jita traders who called him king and did his bidding, here, in his own inimitable words, is the biograpghy of the ill-fated genius they call "The Jackal of Jita".
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