Greetings. I am known as Mattlov Pryde.
Those who recognize that name will understand instantly what I hope to accomplish here.
Can you not feel a sickness?
It is a rot.
The rot of systems which do not function, which are failing to do so. I gaze upon the Galaxy, space a mire of decay and discord. Tarnished fiefdoms cower 'neath the uncaring boot of the driven, but are so decayed as to consider themselves easily in their disease.
And I understand, that fire what shouts for preservation. The chime of a soul not yet fully broken! Indeed, there are signs of hope yet. But what should be clear is that the current destruction of that which stands is not the enemy.
No, what stands in opposition to every party, to every planet, and to every pilot, is stagnation. What stands to foster this, are the systems in play. They are simply not able to function in EVE.
They cannot evolve.
They must die.
This game, is about change. Adapting. Riding the crest, overcoming the fall. And thus we must move to systems that can live, that can thrive, in EVE.
In the coming days, a great work of mine, and of many more, a solution to this rot and a cure for the soured souls afflicted by it, will be unveiled. A proposal well tested.
Hereupon us is the night, sirs. But on this eve, shall ride the whisper of a new day, the chance at a new era, and eventually, the opportunity for a new dawn. Victory over the squalor of modernity, the corruption of the now, can be had.
I look forwards to working with those open to my ideals of promoting and fostering a player base able to evolve, which is not only equipped to function at a higher level, but which is better equipped to survive and overcome this disease of corruption.
Those who would question me, or my plans, those who would seek to join me, and those who already understand what I wish to accomplish, please, speak now so that we may all build a better foundation for the future.