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Alliance: | Safety. | CEO: | Yes Mr Cheng |
| Kills: | 0 | HQ: | ||
| Losses: | 0 | Members: | 8 | |
| ISK destroyed: | 0.00B | Shares: | 1000 | |
| ISK lost: | 0.00B | Tax Rate: | 100% | |
| Efficiency: | 0% | Website: | http://www.james315.space |
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WELCOME TO FUCKTOWN, MINER.
You know what isn\u2019t satisfying? Mashing your F1 key in a TiDi-choked 1000-man nullsec blob where your entire \u201ccontribution\u201d is indistinguishable from the amoeba of doctrine drones orbiting some FC\'s fever dream. It\u2019s not combat \u2014 it\u2019s a PowerPoint presentation held hostage by packet loss.
A glorious war story? \u201cI pressed a button and went to make tea.\u201d
Now, contrast that with the symphony of violence that is a highsec gank executed to perfection. A greedy, oblivious newbie\u2014let\'s call him Chadus Minerus\u2014lazily AFK-mining in an untanked Retriever, cargo hold full of dreams and unresearched fits. He ignored the warnings. The killboards. The doctrine. And then? A Catalyst lands. Seconds later, he\u2019s atomized. CONCORD arrives to avenge him, but the deed is done, the salt is harvested, and the lesson is delivered.
I find that, my dear reader, satisfying. That\u2019s PvP with narrative substance.
Without us \u2014 the scammers, the gankers, the griefers \u2014 EVE would be reduced to a glorified Excel workbook with a slightly fancier GUI. A beige purgatory where players huddle against asteroids like terrified librarians, praying no one disturbs their sacred yield-per-hour. But that\u2019s not New Eden. That\u2019s bot Eden.
Kicking over castles is our calling. You need us. You need the wolves.
Fear is the crucible in which competence is forged. Trust is the most dangerous mechanic in the game. Danger is the context that makes safety a privilege, not a default.
Oftentimes, it\u2019s only after loss that growth begins \u2014 we are the ones who force the herd to evolve.
Someone hauls 10 billion ISK in a T1 hauler. Another joins a recruitment corp staffed by sock puppets, where \u201cmentorship\u201d ends with their hangar dry-cleaned. A clueless explorer jumps into lowsec, only to find himself locked down and love-tapped until he starts reading map colors. It\u2019s comedy gold. It\u2019s not just gameplay \u2014 it\u2019s literature, it\u2019s the drama that defines the sandbox.
We don\u2019t grind standing for soulless NPCs. We create legends. One misfit killmail, one salty local tantrum, one \u201cwtf bro?\u201d at a time. So next time you see a newbro getting vaporized in a burst of poorly-fit naivet\xe9, don\u2019t weep. Don\u2019t white-knight in local. Clap. Because they\u2019re learning.
Calm down miner, you\'re finally playing EVE.'
WELCOME TO FUCKTOWN, MINER.
You know what isn\u2019t satisfying? Mashing your F1 key in a TiDi-choked 1000-man nullsec blob where your entire \u201ccontribution\u201d is indistinguishable from the amoeba of doctrine drones orbiting some FC\'s fever dream. It\u2019s not combat \u2014 it\u2019s a PowerPoint presentation held hostage by packet loss.
A glorious war story? \u201cI pressed a button and went to make tea.\u201d
Now, contrast that with the symphony of violence that is a highsec gank executed to perfection. A greedy, oblivious newbie\u2014let\'s call him Chadus Minerus\u2014lazily AFK-mining in an untanked Retriever, cargo hold full of dreams and unresearched fits. He ignored the warnings. The killboards. The doctrine. And then? A Catalyst lands. Seconds later, he\u2019s atomized. CONCORD arrives to avenge him, but the deed is done, the salt is harvested, and the lesson is delivered.
I find that, my dear reader, satisfying. That\u2019s PvP with narrative substance.
Without us \u2014 the scammers, the gankers, the griefers \u2014 EVE would be reduced to a glorified Excel workbook with a slightly fancier GUI. A beige purgatory where players huddle against asteroids like terrified librarians, praying no one disturbs their sacred yield-per-hour. But that\u2019s not New Eden. That\u2019s bot Eden.
Kicking over castles is our calling. You need us. You need the wolves.
Fear is the crucible in which competence is forged. Trust is the most dangerous mechanic in the game. Danger is the context that makes safety a privilege, not a default.
Oftentimes, it\u2019s only after loss that growth begins \u2014 we are the ones who force the herd to evolve.
Someone hauls 10 billion ISK in a T1 hauler. Another joins a recruitment corp staffed by sock puppets, where \u201cmentorship\u201d ends with their hangar dry-cleaned. A clueless explorer jumps into lowsec, only to find himself locked down and love-tapped until he starts reading map colors. It\u2019s comedy gold. It\u2019s not just gameplay \u2014 it\u2019s literature, it\u2019s the drama that defines the sandbox.
We don\u2019t grind standing for soulless NPCs. We create legends. One misfit killmail, one salty local tantrum, one \u201cwtf bro?\u201d at a time. So next time you see a newbro getting vaporized in a burst of poorly-fit naivet\xe9, don\u2019t weep. Don\u2019t white-knight in local. Clap. Because they\u2019re learning.
Calm down miner, you\'re finally playing EVE.'
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