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Alliance: | Space.Ghosts | CEO: | Vai Kasenumi |
| Kills: | 0 | HQ: | ||
| Losses: | 0 | Members: | 90 | |
| ISK destroyed: | 0.00B | Shares: | 1000 | |
| ISK lost: | 0.00B | Tax Rate: | 5.0000000745058% | |
| Efficiency: | 0% | Website: | https://discord.gg/spaceghosts |
Brothers and sisters of the Darkside, hearken to the word! We gather in the hallowed halls of our vessels, our hearts resonant with the thrum of ancient stargates and the whisper of dying stars. By the grace of bob, we are chosen, set apart from the throngs of the unenlightened.
We pledge, with every module charged and every pilot skill trained, our unwavering fealty to the Darkside. May our isk always flow into your sacred coffers, and may our collective might shatter the pretenders who dare to cross our path. Let no betrayer find solace among us, for our loyalty is as boundless as the void itself, and our retribution swifter than a focused warp drive.
And in this endless struggle, we beseech thee, O Bob, to guide the uninitiated capsuleers into our eager embrace. Send forth the fresh clones, those still wide-eyed with dreams of riches and glory, those yet untouched by the cold bite of the pod. For their innocence shall be our sustenance, their inexperience our gain.
With righteous fury and blessed conviction, we shall shepherd them to their true purpose: a glorious, fiery offering upon the altar of our ambition. Their final, brilliant explosions shall be a testament to our devotion, a beacon in the darkness, and a harbinger of our dominion. For in their sacrifice, our power shall grow, and the Darkside shall ascend to its rightful place amongst the stars.
By the might of our fleets, by the cunning of our minds, by the purity of our purpose, we shall claim what is ours! So let it be written, so let it be done!
We pledge, with every module charged and every pilot skill trained, our unwavering fealty to the Darkside. May our isk always flow into your sacred coffers, and may our collective might shatter the pretenders who dare to cross our path. Let no betrayer find solace among us, for our loyalty is as boundless as the void itself, and our retribution swifter than a focused warp drive.
And in this endless struggle, we beseech thee, O Bob, to guide the uninitiated capsuleers into our eager embrace. Send forth the fresh clones, those still wide-eyed with dreams of riches and glory, those yet untouched by the cold bite of the pod. For their innocence shall be our sustenance, their inexperience our gain.
With righteous fury and blessed conviction, we shall shepherd them to their true purpose: a glorious, fiery offering upon the altar of our ambition. Their final, brilliant explosions shall be a testament to our devotion, a beacon in the darkness, and a harbinger of our dominion. For in their sacrifice, our power shall grow, and the Darkside shall ascend to its rightful place amongst the stars.
By the might of our fleets, by the cunning of our minds, by the purity of our purpose, we shall claim what is ours! So let it be written, so let it be done!
