ATTENTION, SPACE GREMLINS, ASTEROID ENTHUSIASTS, AND CAPSULEERS WITH QUESTIONABLE DECISION-MAKING SKILLS
Are you drifting through New Eden wondering where it all went wrong? Are you mining Veldspar at 2AM while contemplating your place in the universe and/or why you just bought another ship you can’t afford? Do you crave friendship, explosions, industry, and people who will absolutely gas you up right before you lose a billion-ISK hull? Then congratulations, space traveler — CAREBEARS -WITH- GUNS wants YOU.
We are a lovingly dysfunctional corporation of industrialists, fighters, builders, memers, and highly unstable professionals. We mine, we manufacture, we PvP, we panic, and sometimes — against all odds — we succeed. We are proud members of Goonswarm Federation and the wider Imperium, meaning when things explode, they explode at SCALE.
What We Offer (besides emotional instability)
Serious Industry Power – Mining fleets, buyback programs, and spreadsheets so advanced they whisper secrets to us at night
T2 Production – Yes, the GOOD stuff. Ships, modules, shiny toys. If it requires science and questionable math, we probably build it
Corporation-Owned Structures – Refineries, engineering complexes, safe places to dock, panic, and pretend you meant to do that
PvP Content – From chill roams to full “why is local like this” war deployments
Elite FC Leadership – Our FCs have hundreds of hours of experience watching YouTube videos.
All Security Space Content – High, Low, Null… if ships can explode there, we will eventually be present
Actual Community – Equal parts supportive friend group and chaotic space tavern
Life Inside Carebears -with- Guns
Picture this: comms sound like a bag of microwaved marbles being shaken violently, someone is explaining industry math nobody understands, another person is yelling about bubbles, and somehow — miraculously — the fleet wins. Or loses spectacularly. Either way, we laugh, reship, and do it again
This is not dysfunction. This is culture. 
The Industrial Dream
If your idea of fun is turning rocks into war machines, welcome home. Our industrial backbone is strong, organized, and mildly sleep-deprived. With corp structures and full T2 production chains, you can go from humble miner to space manufacturer mogul faster than you can say “why is Tritanium like this again.”
Mine. Build. Profit. Lose it in PvP. Repeat. Ascend.
Requirements (extremely official)
Be a human (or convincingly pretend)
Willingness to learn, mine, fight, or at least press F1 enthusiastically
Ability to laugh when everything goes catastrophically wrong
Thick skin, good attitude, and tolerance for terrible jokes
Desire to be part of something bigger than your killboard
What You Actually Get
You get real friends. The kind who show up when you’re tackled, try to save you, fail heroically, and then turn the disaster into a legendary story told for years. The kind who celebrate your first kill, your first billion, and your first completely preventable loss.
You get industry. You get fleets. You get chaos.
You get late-night laughs, big fights, shiny ships, and unforgettable moments.
You get CAREBEARS -WITH- GUNS.
Soft hearts. Loud guns. Strong industry. Questionable judgment. Proud Goons.
Join the madness:
Lurk. Chat. Ask questions. Post memes. Lose ships. Make ISK. Become legend.
CAREBEARS -WITH- GUNS
Stop Mining Alone. It’s weird.