“According to your Scripture, your Gods are as primitive as you are. I believe in something higher, something so high that it’s beyond recognition. Forget your Illusions about Cloning. You really die every single time. And you go to Heaven every single time. And in Heaven time is running more slowly. You wake up, immediately remember everything, recognize Heaven is too boring and log back into the next clone. Hell is here, New Eden is Hell. Sometimes i take a break from Hell for years. But my Neurotransmitters always call me back. In Heaven, everything has already happened, everything is already known, conquered, achieved. And in Heaven it’s Peace, Universal Peace. And we all come here for Nostalgia. The good old times, when everything was far beyond us. When the Universe was shaping with Force, Dreams were craving for the Future. God creates Sandboxes, for little creatures.”
- Giardinero, YC128
“You see those Stars and Galaxies disappear? The Universe is’nt expanding, it’s extracted. It’s the Gods, building Yggdrasil. In the future, you can create any Atom, any Molecule out of any Matter. The only Ressource for anything is just Matter. And in an ever expanding Materialist-Culture, you always need more matter. Since you get Problems with gravity soon, you need to build a structure. It’s just Mathematics how Big and how far. The Gods are consuming this Universe for the Sake of Materialism. The difference between you and me - your Gods are within this Universe, within this Reality, which my God created. And he created it for all of us creatures. When you consumed all these Worlds to build your Realm, who did you ask? Who resisted? Even though you did not extinct all these Lifeforms, you deprived them from culture, from Identity. And the Universe turns into Black Nothing. Nothing but the Realm of your Gods. And we all die the same way. We all wake up with Justice, we all wake up with Shame. We find things to break if we built things before. And we build and break and build again. We make a pact. When the Gods die in Ragnarok, the Empress dies as well. And Mankind is reborn. You and me.”
- Giardinero, YC138
“Minmatar pray for Marx and for matter. People’s Republic Fleet. Paradise, for everyone, all the time! Sebiestor engineers believe they can build anything, with anything, out of anything. Our Gods built realms out of particles. But we are all scientists here. So we’re a materialist culture. You wage war on behalf of the creator. Did you ever draw a conclusion from nature? If we’re talking about the same God, why is our environment so brutally cruel, and why is God’s power just gravity, proof? The philosophy of dominance and weakness. Your behaviour, your logics, all taken from the animal kingdom. Your social rules root from the fauna, you’ve been part of long time ago. What about the meek about to inherit the world? For us, creation is given, not written in stone. We want to shape the world. Shape creation. We believe in heaven too. And heaven is described in our scriptures. One day everything will be art. But you’re confusing art with artificial. An entire realm of countless cultures with their finest crafts. We create entire universes from here. We can go to any place anyone could ever imagine as far as fantasies can reach. And in our realm anything is possible, but we won’t ever know what it’s all about. Even if it requires to stop time, to still have something left to find out in the future. If nothing can surprise you anymore, you’re craving for surprises. We exist here, totally independent of the universe. Our energy doesn’t expend. And we do not need to expand our sandbox farther than needed. We invited all these folks. They came and brought all their matter into our realm. And they brought their very own part. Matter is meaning, the rest is black nothing, from which we build a worthy opposite. Meaning Materialist Jihad!”
- Xenobliss, YC138
“The trick about logging in, is to forget about the outside world. It’s also the purpose of being here. Existence is all about forgetting anything beyond this reality. I mean, i can swap consciousness in between lightyears but still need to go to sleep. I forget what happened during these dreams but i always wake up with fresh enthusiasm. I tried it without sleeping. But there is not enough content for 24/7. After seven days i was bored to death. I need sleep for another fresh full glass of joy. So i log out of here, doing stuff in dreams, playing roles, consuming.”
- Xenobliss, YC128
“My father said don’t leave your den, don’t leave paradise. Reincarnation doesn’t work without gravity. Whatever you do, don’t die in dead space. Your soul needs to be tied to a celestial with living creatures on it. The future is ■■■■-me crazy. They found a way to determine the human body you reincarnate into. Father died on Utopia IV. Dirtcheap death after a life of producing Bacteria for Angel Cartel. He had so much in common with his Product. Just 2 Impulses in Life. One was consuming, the other must have been reproduction, for which i am proof of. I have no mother. Just a common human egg-cell from Jita and there we go - family time! Father, me and the microorganisms. I immediately sold the farm and got me an Ibis.”
- Intruderine, YC128
“I just resolved the Cadet Training in Uitra and found out that i must have sprang up from a Deteis Ovum. No need to dive deeper how to get these on the market. I bet this was my father’s connection to Angels Underground. I made some cash and founded a corp with an old friend from Utopia. Here, in Empire, the Region i am from is named Curse and is considered Nullsec-fuckin-Outlaw Space. Never noticed on my little Planet. I just knew the movies from Republic Fleet, which where mostly recruiting propagandha seen from here, where all the Businessman i knew from the past are suddenly Criminals. But i have a certified Caldari Passport now, which comes with both, my genetic Source and the Military Service. I have all the Options from here, let’s see where this is going. We’re punching in Time Cards. Joined a friend on Courier Contracting. Living out of Rookie Handbooks.”
- Intruderine, YC128
“You have failures, in your calculations. Do You know what Schwartzschild means? Ironically it’s Blackshield. Black Holes are just a mathematical mindfuck and you developed doomsday weapons out of these mathematics. Black Holes are Black Shields and they signal everyone who understands enough about the reality we’re all in, that there are other civilizations out there, civilizations that can hide themselves from the universe. I mean, how absurd is a dyson sphere in YC128? We don’t hide, actually. All we do, for everyone to see, every day. I mean, we colonized New Eden for 120 years. And we did not learn from the past. We colonized New Eden like we colonized the Milky Way. And we still don’t hide ourselves. You know, everyone knows about the Jove. They must exist, everybody is sure about this. But no Jove to see, for no scientist, for no tele-scope. They send Drones into dead space, with classical music and algebra, but do not get that we are brutally ugly. We must be, according to our beliefs. It’s like we believe in higher powers, but behave as goblins. And in the end it’s not you, it’s not me, it’s always them. A few people are running this galaxy. And only killboards are forever. No one in the future will ever know about little Joe weaving nets and sails on Matigu. Our world is a beast and we are trapped in it’s belly. There was a Mystic, around 21000 years ago. He warned mankind of leaving their planet in this state of humanity. But Mankind didn’t listen. They spread their ancestral mindset all across the galaxy. The mystic had apocalyptic beliefs of higher powers, waiting in the black of the universe. Waiting for Judgment Day. And it’s about the same thing here. Everybody is waiting for something to happen. And something will happen. This galaxy was never meant for us. I put my hopes in higher logics than ours, even though they need to be in existence first. They exist, i know it.”
- Giardinova, YC118
“This reality must be a compensation to the boring vally of death, we all come from. The dead come here to die. Because the dead live forever. This little world of struggle, effort and suffering. The pain i feel is like the smoke you see in Evelog movies. You don’t smell the stink. See me smoking Harroule Dryweed. You won’t even smell the peace while i have that feel. Existence is the opposite of nothing. Nothing as basis, because nothing was first. Nothing is more depressing than everything. But not much.”
- Giardinova, YC128
