our opponent… they are weak spod rocks who must batphone their pirate friends when we land on grid. We dispatch them with extreme prejudice. We then throw out mining drones and crack beers and make jokes.
Until the next wave forms and comes. Then we must fight some more. And drink some more. And harvest all the spod for our industrial demands.
For our Corp feeds the hungry PvP wing who has a thirst for more than spod. Theirs is a hunger for killboard glory. And for that… we must wage war with the spod. We must kill all the spod…
Personally I enjoyed Abyrr’s comment. It was very eloquent, and shows the dedication levels of the members of this corp. Always a pleasure flying with ya’ll!
The hour is nigh… the pings rage, summoning those bleary eyed pilots to battle. They form massive fleets filled with effective and expensive tech 2 modules. They jump, one gate… too far… the welps begin… the AAR starts to take shape… the reddit posts are drafted… thru the littered wrecks, abandoned drones and frozen corpses, the story is told and retold.
We know their thirst cannot be satiated. We too hear the pings of war… we know what must be done. The spod must be sacrificed. The Monolithic structures must be served their daily diet of mineral intake to appease their needs. The blueprints must be copied to create ever more complicated… and expensive… components. Components that we know will soon be welped again thru bleary eyes in the wee hours of the night, just meters from the safety of the final gate crash.
Fly… dangerously pilot… embrace the welp and the glory of victory alike. For there is more spod to sacrifice… which will soon save us all.
Maybe Churchill quotes will attract more EUTZ “Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.”
