So you want to make isk? Gotchu fam. You want the good loot? Gotchu fam. Fed up with tidi fleets, dictators and dictors? We got the content. We got the juicy lootz. We got the banter, the smartz, and the nolife multibox tryhards grinding out PLEX. We tailor the fleet to your mood. People wanna roam? We roam. People wanna black ops? We black ops. Wanna point lasers at rock? We boost boost BOOST!! Wanna point your laser at rock and afk? We’ll warp you to safety. Wanna hack some sleeper sites? We got the ships. Incursions? Gotchu. The best gas in New Eden? Scanned and bookmarked. But what’s the catch, you ask. Loneliness. Multiboxing is clicky click and we need someone to talk to. Oh we got blueprints and jump freighters and SRP and combat ready tryhards ready to ship up, but do you have what it takes to be an afk mining hero?? No? Then let’s go officer hunting.
To mine or not to mine, that is the query,
In starry vastness, bright beyond compare.
Is’t nobler in the mind to ferry
Ore from distant sites through darkened air?
To join a corp, to sleep no more alone
In space’s silent void, 'tis an adventure
Devoutly to be wished. To find a home
Amongst the asteroids, a new epicenter.
For who would share the Orca’s bounteous hold,
The gas scoop’s toil, ‘midst nebulae that wait,
No ganker’s hull can pierce the ice belt’s cold,
Where Serpentis’ loot is found, the spate
Of corp invites that merit of the worthy takes,
When he himself might his own fortune make?
