The Pen Is Out (WANGS) alliance is seeking like-minded, active PvP corporations.
Okay, look. I’ve seen 1000 of these corp recruitment ads and they all look the same. Blah blah blah, come join us. Screw that. Let’s get real.
As long as you find meeting other people in space and shooting them in the face until someone’s spaceship asploade… fun.
It’s only a couple of hundred dudes total, But our activity levels are pretty high considering. In fact, we have consider ourselves capable in all time zones.
We started off as a couple of small FW corps and now, well…we’re basically just a bunch of pirates that enjoy some FW fights… and some non-FW fights… and pretty much causing enough trouble that we all have a good time.
So, if you’re a CEO and you have a group of guys that are and want to be part of a larger of guys who are having fun, we might be a good option for you.
If you’re interested contact Tek Stalker, BigDaddy Toothbrush, or Papa Bearfish and let’s see where it goes.
On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn’t notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
" I’m afraid. I’m afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I’m a… fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you’d like to hear it I can sing it for you."
“Not a big fan of that term, lovemaking, making love. I prefer boning, stuffing, shtupping, banging, porking, boffing, anything. Take your pick. Just not lovemaking.”
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb; they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is
But I am gonna ask you questions. And every time you don’t give me answers, I’m gonna cut something off. And I promise you, they will be things you will miss. Give me your other arm!
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain… Time to die.
I’m not kidding, that boy’s head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offside, wasn’t it? He’ll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow.
There’s no reason we need to be shackled by the strictures of the employee-employer relationship. Unless you’re into that sort of thing. In which case, I got some shackles in the back. I’m just kidding. But seriously, I’ve got 'em.
Here you’ve been in therapy, you know, thinking you blew it with the greatest girl ever, and really it turns out that getting your dick stuck in your zipper was the best thing that ever happened to you.