Think you can fly? Wrong. You’re trash. But that’s fine, because so are we — and somehow it still works.
Every night at Hotdropoclock Enterprises, we yeet capital ships into unsuspecting nerds who thought they were safe. Spoiler: they weren’t.
We’re looking for:
People dumb enough to light cynos in bad places
Macho killmail addicts who think SRP is a personality trait
Sadists who enjoy listening to FCs yell while they panic-bubble the wrong gate
Anyone who can at least press F1 without crying
What you get:
The warm embrace of constant mockery
Free hazing until you either quit or become one of us
Capital escalations that end in fire, salt, and laughter
Killmails fat enough to post on Reddit for fake internet points
Don’t worry if you’re bad. We’ll tell you you’re bad. Every. Single. Time.
But if you want to be part of the only time zone that matters — Hot Drop O’clock — hit us up.
Apply today, or go back to mining veldspar like the coward you are