Today is a day of reckoning. I have finally awaken from a long slumber and today will be the first day of my quest to resurrect the old ways. Far too long has the weak patrol without the fear strickening their heart. Far too long has the industry gone undisrupted. Far too long have you awaken from a deep sleep screaming of the imagery of our ships ripping you apart until there is nothing.
It has been a long time coming for all parties. You have squandered what we have left you. Growing fat in greed and lust without the slightest appreciation for all those who bled and died for you. No more can I allow this to go further. In the words of those who raise the black flag, I quote:
I promise Iāll discover your trade and passenger routes, I promise Iāll overtake any ship that runs thru my territory, I promise Iāll put to good use whatever I find on board, And I promise nobody will get hurt in the process, Oh well, three outta four aint bad.
Eh, warzone gits. They are reasonably capable, but still the same old plex warriors as before. Of course, naming themselves āWinmatarā and then swapping sides is an eyeroller.
So, if you donāt spend too much time in Kamela, these oh so scawy piwates are perfectly harmless unless they get batphoned.
I wouldnāt worry, itās not like anyone in the MinAmarr warzone has competence or numbers anymore.
Hmmā¦ Pirates declaring theyāre pirates. Usually when you have to announce your intentions your intentions arenāt that strong or should I say lackluster since itās not apparent. Weāll see I guess.
Normally Iād say something to the effect of āthatās because they simply do itā however, ya it really has been quiet on that front. Too quiet almostā¦
Many of my brethren have been hunted, killed, or simple lost over time. Many of the old ways have fallen, where many of the new ways have been extremely fruitful. As time ticks on, many of you have forgotten the history that has helped gotten you here. You are living in an age of security that wraps your body tightly to fend off the cold dark hearts that used to plague you.
It is very rare that you see my kind, but I fear they are still lurking there in the shadows. Waiting for their time to shine and dance in the streams of blood once again. Thus, when you ask me what type of pirate I am? I will simple state that I am the right kind.
strickĀ·en (strÄkā²Én)
v.
A past participle of strike.
adj.
Struck or wounded, as by a projectile.
a. Affected by something overwhelming, such as disease, trouble, or painful emotion.
b. Incapacitated; disabled.
3. Having the contents made even with the top of a measuring device or container; level: a stricken measure of flour.
Aaaaandā¦ you propose to threaten the āsecurityā by ādisrupting industryā? Is this just a āin the places itās safe for us to disrupt thingsā or do you intent to attempt to really disrupt industry?
Fly hard, pilot. Iām not particularly fond of your chosen brand of pomposity, but youāre already catching enough general displeasure for that as it is, and you seem to be willing to pair it with some good aggression ā I remember what thatās like. Good luck. Cut those teeth sharp.
You should learn to savour threads like these. Itās always just fun and games and getting called edgy until people find out, hey, you donāt have any moral boundaries youāre unwilling to cross to get what you want.
Iām mostly just curious where this disruption is going to be. I have some valuables to ferry in my oh-so-unarmed ship, and Iād like to give the Great Old Ones a chance to claim it.
Also, hello, Mizhara. Nice to see a familiar name! Retirement is terrible.
