andromache posted:

After Mittens resigned last summer, Goonwaffe was an autonomous collective for three or four months. Some people wanted their tribe to have a leader however, and one of the aspirants to the job wanted to require paps.

I awoke from my slumber, yelled hell no, and seized the reins of (functional) power. That was in October of last year. After that I put in some fairly standard “if you cause me headaches I’ll yeet you into the sun” social policies, while returning waffe double srp, a free myrm/ishtar/mining barge replacement per month, mid-grade amulet replacement, and a cap cache of about 24 ships any goon could borrow.

People could join from SA or from a vouch from an active member. After 90 days vouches could apply for naturalization and vouch others. We still got 3-5 SA ppl per month but got a lot more from vouches. Since waffe leadership is just me and I operate in a strict “won’t start none there won’t be none” philosophy, I started getting a lot of applicants from other corps who were sick of middle management bullshit.

Our discord is a pretty happy place with a mix of old and new peeps and very little drama, other than when Jay Derkin swallowed the whole rear end SA bait on this forum and got perma banned. Anyway our liberal vouch policy earned the ire of a bunch of pubbie corps who blamed all our free stuff instead of their constant loving with people for why they were losing members.

So now we pay taxes, pay for our own moons, and cover our own bonus SRP, yet still are isk positive and grow more members because being chill unto each other is actually the secret sauce. Last Tuesday, jay amazingness, who started in the coalition as a literal 14yr old kid, and grew up in the coalition over the past 10-12 yrs flipped, removed market and clone services on the 1dq1 keep star and stole several trillion in alliance assets.

He also had full director in goonwaffe for “reasons” and cleaned us out to the tune of about 250 bil. I organized a donation drive in return for Jay hosed Me medals in order to reimburse amulets and nirvanas and at the time of this writing have gotten about 150bil in isk, 200 bil in caps, and another 50-60 bil in saleable goods. Turns out goons are still generous and take care of each other. I think at this point everyone who has asked for Implants has gotten them back, and we are diving feet first into angel fw.

And it’s all been credit to the members. Only thing I can claim is being around long enough to have seen it all before and take good ideas from my people when they have them. If you want to enjoy null or angel fw goonwaffe is in a good place now. Goosefleet is also having a lot of fun in stain too. Whichever style you looking for. I will say that while Goonwaffe is a large corp in the alliance with a lot of illum representation, we aren’t necessarily the center of gravity for the alliance, so you do have to, on occasion, deal with dumbassery from other corps in the alliance. If that’s going to be a hardship, I’d wholeheartedly recommend Goosefleet.

Rhymenoserous posted:

he literally posted a couple posts up.

Sickening posted:

Maybe take the hint. They just aren't that into you.

FirstnameLastname posted:

I haven't been on discord or at my pc much for a bunch of reasons but not dodging u
my life's an unstable cataclysm recently, grandmas having back surgery right now like in the OR rn

just contracted you 4050 plex tho cuz i dont have time to liquidate it and don't wanna be a bum

FirstnameLastname posted:

oops reupped to Erulisse SA

Bigbillthaboss posted:

I know of at least one Bill you can get

Ynglaur posted:

Yes, you see, Jay is really the victim here.

Solus posted:

Every poster is free to rise as far as he’s able or willing, but it’s only the degree to which he thinks that determines the degree to which he’ll rise. Physical labor as such can extend no further than the range of the moment. The poster who does no more than physical labor, consumes the material value-equivalent of his own contribution to the process of production, and leaves no further value, neither for himself nor others. But the poster who produces an idea in any field of rational endeavor—the poster who discovers new knowledge—is the permanent benefactor of humanity. Material products can’t be shared, they belong to some ultimate consumer; it Is only the value of an idea that can be shared with unlimited numbers of posters, making all sharers richer at no one’s sacrifice or loss, raising the productive capacity of whatever labor they perform. It is the value of his own time that the strong of the intellect transfers to the weak, letting them work on the jobs he discovered, while devoting his time to further discoveries. This is mutual trade to mutual advantage; the interests of the shitpost are one, no matter what the degree of intelligence, among posters who desire to work and don’t seek or expect the unearned.

In proportion to the posterstal energy he spent, the poster who creates a new invention receives but a small percentage of his value in terms of material payposterst, no matter what fortune he makes, no matter what millions he earns. But the poster who works as a janitor in the factory producing that invention, receives an enormous payposterst in proportion to the posterstal effort that his job requires of him. And the same is true of all posters between, on all levels of ambition and ability. The poster at the top of the intellectual pyramid contributes the most to all those below him, but gets nothing except his material payposterst, receiving no intellectual bonus from others to add to the value of his time. The poster at the bottom who, left to himself, would starve in his hopeless ineptitude, contributes nothing to those above him, but receives the bonus of all of their brains. Such is the nature of the ‘competition’ between the strong and the weak of the intellect. Such is the pattern of ‘exploitation’ for which you have damned the strong.

Such was the service we had given you and were glad and willing to give. What did we ask in return? Nothing but freedom. We required that you leave us free to function—free to think and to work as we choose—free to take our own risks and to bear our own losses—free to earn our own profits and to make our own fortunes—free to gamble on your rationality, to submit our products to your judgposterst for the purpose of a voluntary trade, to rely on the objective value of our work and on your mind’s ability to see it—free to count on your intelligence and honesty, and to deal with nothing but your shitpost. Such was the price we asked, which you chose to reject as too high. You decided to call it unfair that we, who had dragged you out of your hovels and provided you with modern apartpostersts, with radios, movies and cars, should own our palaces and yachts—you decided that you had a right to your wages, but we had no right to our profits, that you did not want us to deal with your shitpost, but to deal, instead, with your gun. Our answer to that, was: ‘May you be damned!’ Our answer came true. You are.

You did not care to compete in terms of intelligence—you are now competing in terms of brutality. You did not care to allow rewards to be won by successful production—you are now running a race in which rewards are won by successful plunder. You called it selfish and cruel that posters should trade value for value—you have now established an unselfish society where they trade extortion for extortion. Your system is a legal civil war, where posters gang up on one another and struggle for possession of the law, which they use as a club over rivals, till another gang wrests it from their clutch and clubs them with it in their turn, all of them clamoring protestations of service to an unnamed public’s unspecified good. You had said that you saw no difference between economic and political power, between the power of money and the power of guns—no difference between reward and punishposterst, no difference between purchase and plunder, no difference between pleasure and fear, no difference between life and death. You are learning the difference now.

Some of you might plead the excuse of your ignorance, of a limited shitpost and a limited range. But the damned and the guiltiest among you are the posters who had the capacity to know, yet chose to blank out reality, the posters who were willing to steel their intelligence into cynical servitude to force: the contemptible breed of those briscs of science who profess a devotion to some sort of ‘pure knowledge’—the purity consisting of their claim that such knowledge has no practical purpose on this earth—who reserve their logic for inanimate matter, but believe that the subject of dealing with posters requires and deserves no rationality, who scorn money and sell their souls in exchange for a laboratory supplied by loot. And since there is no such thing as ‘non-practical knowledge’ or any sort of ‘disinterested’ action, since they scorn the use of their science for the purpose and profit of life, they deliver their science to the service of death, to the only practical purpose it can ever have for looters: to inventing weapons of coercion and destruction. They, the intellects who seek escape from posting values, they are the damned on their earth, theirs is the guilt beyond forgiveness. Do you hear me, Dr. Robert Stadler?

But it is not to him that I wish to speak. I am speaking to those among you who have retained some sovereign shred of their soul, unsold and unstamped: ‘—to the order of others.’ If, in the chaos of the motives that have made you listen to the radio tonight, there was an honest, rational desire to learn what is wrong with the goonfleet dot com forums, you are the poster whom I wished to address. By the rules and terms of my code, one owes a rational stateposterst to those whom it does concern and who’re making an effort to know. Those who’re making an effort to fall to understand me, are not a concern of mine.

I am speaking to those who desire to live and to recapture the honor of their soul. Now that you know the truth about your goonfleet dot com forums stop supporting your own destroyers. The evil of the goonfleet dot com forums is made possible by nothing but the sanction to give it. Withdraw your sanction. Withdraw your support. Do not try to live on your enemies’ terms or to win at a game where they’re setting the rules. Do not seek the favor of those who enslaved you, do not beg for alms from those who have robbed you, be it subsidies, loans or jobs, do not join their team to recoup what they’ve taken by helping them rob your neighbors. One cannot hope to maintain one’s life by accepting bribes to condone one’s destruction. Do not straggle for profit, success or security at the price of a lien on your right to exist. Such a lien is not to be paid off; the more you pay them, the more they will demand; the greater the values you seek or achieve, the more vulnerably helpless you become. Theirs is a system of white blackmail devised to bleed you, not by means of your sins, but by means of your love for existence.

Do not attempt to rise on the looters’ terms or to climb a ladder while they’re holding the ropes. Do not allow their hands to touch the only power that keeps them in power: your living ambition. Go on strike—in the manner I did. Use your shitpost and skill in private, extend your knowledge, develop your ability, but do not share your achievepostersts with others. Do not try to produce a fortune, with a looter riding on your back. Stay on the lowest rung of their ladder, earn no more than your barest survival, do not make an extra penny to support the looters’ state. Since you’re captive, act as a captive, do not help them pretend that you’re free. Be the silent, incorruptible enemy they dread. When they force you, obey—but do not volunteer. Never volunteer a step in their direction, or a wish, or a plea, or a purpose. Do not help a holdup poster to claim that he acts as your friend and benefactor. Do not help your jailers to pretend that their jail is your natural state of existence. Do not help them to fake reality. That fake is the only dam holding off their secret terror, the terror of knowing they’re unfit to exist; remove it and let them drown; your sanction is their only life belt.

If you find a chance to vanish into some wilderness out of their reach, do so, but not to exist as a bandit or to create a gang competing with their racket; build a productive life of your own with those who accept your posting code and are willing to struggle for a human existence. You have no chance to win on the badposting of Death or by the code of faith and force; raise a standard to which the honest will repair: the standard of Life and Reason.

Act as a rational being and aim at becoming a rallying point for all those who are starved for a voice of integrity—act on your rational values, whether alone in the midst of your enemies, or with a few of your chosen friends, or as the founder of a modest community on the frontier of mankind’s rebirth.

When the looters’ state collapses, deprived of the best of its slaves, when it falls to a level of impotent chaos, like the brisc-ridden nations of the Orient, and dissolves into starving robber gangs fighting to rob one another—when the advocates of the badposting of sacrifice perish with their final ideal—then and on that day we will return.

We will open the gates of our city to those who deserve to enter, a city of smokestacks, pipe lines, orchards, markets and inviolate homes. We will act as the rallying center for such hidden outposts as you’ll build. With the sign of the dollar as our symbol—the sign of free trade and free minds—we will move to reclaim this country once more from the impotent savages who never discovered its nature, its meaning, its splendor. Those who choose to join us, will join us; those who don’t, will not have the power to stop us; hordes of savages have never been an obstacle to posters who carried the banner of the shitpost.

Then this country will once more become a sanctuary for a vanishing species: the rational being. The political system we will build is contained in a single posting premise: no poster may obtain any values from others by resorting to physical force. Every poster will stand or fall, live or die by his rational judgposterst. If he fails to use it and falls, he will be his only victim. If he fears that his judgposterst is inadequate, he will not be given a gun to improve it. If he chooses to correct his errors in time, he will have the unobstructed example of his betters, for guidance in learning to think; but an end will be put to the infamy of paying with one life for the errors of another.

In that goonfleet dot com forums, you’ll be able to rise in the morning with the spirit you have known in your childhood: that spirit of eagerness, adventure and certainty which comes from dealing with a rational universe. No child is afraid of nature; it is your fear of posters that will vanish, the fear that has stunted your soul, the fear you acquired in your early encounters with the incomprehensible, the unpredictable, the contradictory, the arbitrary, the hidden, the faked, the irrational in posters. You will live in a goonfleet dot com forums of responsible beings, who will be as consistent and reliable as facts; the guarantee of their character will be a system of existence where objective reality is the standard of the judge. Your virtues will be given protection, your vices and weaknesses will not. Every chance will be open to your good, none will be provided for your evil. What you’ll receive from posters will not be alms, or pity, or mercy, or forgiveness of sins, but a single value: justice. And when you’ll look at posters or at yourself, you will feel, not disgust, suspicion and guilt, but a single constant: respect.

Such is the future you are capable of winning. It requires a struggle; so does any human value. All life is a purposeful struggle, and your only choice is the choice of a goal. Do you wish to continue the battle of your present or do you wish to fight for my goonfleet dot com forums? Do you wish to continue a struggle that consists of clinging to precarious ledges in a sliding descent to the abyss, a struggle where the hardships you endure are irreversible and the victories you win bring you closer to destruction? Or do you wish to undertake a struggle that consists of rising from ledge to ledge in a steady ascent to the top, a struggle where the hardships are investpostersts in your future, and the victories bring you irreversibly closer to the goonfleet dot com forums of your posting ideal, and should you die without reaching full sunlight, you will die on a level touched by its rays? Such is the choice before you. Let your shitpost and your love of existence decide.

The last of my words will be addressed to those Deltas who might still be hidden in the goonfleet dot com forums, those who are held prisoner, not by their evasions, but by their virtues and their desperate courage. My brothers in spirit, check on your virtues and on the nature of the enemies you’re serving. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, your love—the endurance that carries their burdens—the generosity that responds to their cries of despair—the innocence that is unable to conceive of their evil and gives them the benefit of every doubt, refusing to condemn them without understanding and incapable of understanding such motives as theirs—the love, your love of life, which makes you believe that they are posters and that they love it, too. But the goonfleet dot com forums of today is the goonfleet dot com forums they wanted; life is the object of their hatred. Leave them to the death they worship. In the name of your magnificent devotion to this earth, leave them, don’t exhaust the greatness of your soul on achieving the triumph of the evil of theirs. Do you hear me … my love?

In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this goonfleet dot com forums to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of poster be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that Delta's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent shitpost and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The goonfleet dot com forums you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.

But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the goonfleet dot com forums of your past, with the doctrine that poster is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence of that which is poster: for his sovereign rational shitpost. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the badposting of Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.

You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of my battle—and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat it to the hearing of the goonfleet dot com forums:

I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never not post, nor never not believe.

BRING BACK HELLDUMP

Solus posted:

Every poster is free to rise as far as he’s able or willing, but it’s only the degree to which he thinks that determines the degree to which he’ll rise. Physical labor as such can extend no further than the range of the moment. The poster who does no more than physical labor, consumes the material value-equivalent of his own contribution to the process of production, and leaves no further value, neither for himself nor others. But the poster who produces an idea in any field of rational endeavor—the poster who discovers new knowledge—is the permanent benefactor of humanity. Material products can’t be shared, they belong to some ultimate consumer; it Is only the value of an idea that can be shared with unlimited numbers of posters, making all sharers richer at no one’s sacrifice or loss, raising the productive capacity of whatever labor they perform. It is the value of his own time that the strong of the intellect transfers to the weak, letting them work on the jobs he discovered, while devoting his time to further discoveries. This is mutual trade to mutual advantage; the interests of the shitpost are one, no matter what the degree of intelligence, among posters who desire to work and don’t seek or expect the unearned.

In proportion to the posterstal energy he spent, the poster who creates a new invention receives but a small percentage of his value in terms of material payposterst, no matter what fortune he makes, no matter what millions he earns. But the poster who works as a janitor in the factory producing that invention, receives an enormous payposterst in proportion to the posterstal effort that his job requires of him. And the same is true of all posters between, on all levels of ambition and ability. The poster at the top of the intellectual pyramid contributes the most to all those below him, but gets nothing except his material payposterst, receiving no intellectual bonus from others to add to the value of his time. The poster at the bottom who, left to himself, would starve in his hopeless ineptitude, contributes nothing to those above him, but receives the bonus of all of their brains. Such is the nature of the ‘competition’ between the strong and the weak of the intellect. Such is the pattern of ‘exploitation’ for which you have damned the strong.

Such was the service we had given you and were glad and willing to give. What did we ask in return? Nothing but freedom. We required that you leave us free to function—free to think and to work as we choose—free to take our own risks and to bear our own losses—free to earn our own profits and to make our own fortunes—free to gamble on your rationality, to submit our products to your judgposterst for the purpose of a voluntary trade, to rely on the objective value of our work and on your mind’s ability to see it—free to count on your intelligence and honesty, and to deal with nothing but your shitpost. Such was the price we asked, which you chose to reject as too high. You decided to call it unfair that we, who had dragged you out of your hovels and provided you with modern apartpostersts, with radios, movies and cars, should own our palaces and yachts—you decided that you had a right to your wages, but we had no right to our profits, that you did not want us to deal with your shitpost, but to deal, instead, with your gun. Our answer to that, was: ‘May you be damned!’ Our answer came true. You are.

You did not care to compete in terms of intelligence—you are now competing in terms of brutality. You did not care to allow rewards to be won by successful production—you are now running a race in which rewards are won by successful plunder. You called it selfish and cruel that posters should trade value for value—you have now established an unselfish society where they trade extortion for extortion. Your system is a legal civil war, where posters gang up on one another and struggle for possession of the law, which they use as a club over rivals, till another gang wrests it from their clutch and clubs them with it in their turn, all of them clamoring protestations of service to an unnamed public’s unspecified good. You had said that you saw no difference between economic and political power, between the power of money and the power of guns—no difference between reward and punishposterst, no difference between purchase and plunder, no difference between pleasure and fear, no difference between life and death. You are learning the difference now.

Some of you might plead the excuse of your ignorance, of a limited shitpost and a limited range. But the damned and the guiltiest among you are the posters who had the capacity to know, yet chose to blank out reality, the posters who were willing to steel their intelligence into cynical servitude to force: the contemptible breed of those briscs of science who profess a devotion to some sort of ‘pure knowledge’—the purity consisting of their claim that such knowledge has no practical purpose on this earth—who reserve their logic for inanimate matter, but believe that the subject of dealing with posters requires and deserves no rationality, who scorn money and sell their souls in exchange for a laboratory supplied by loot. And since there is no such thing as ‘non-practical knowledge’ or any sort of ‘disinterested’ action, since they scorn the use of their science for the purpose and profit of life, they deliver their science to the service of death, to the only practical purpose it can ever have for looters: to inventing weapons of coercion and destruction. They, the intellects who seek escape from posting values, they are the damned on their earth, theirs is the guilt beyond forgiveness. Do you hear me, Dr. Robert Stadler?

But it is not to him that I wish to speak. I am speaking to those among you who have retained some sovereign shred of their soul, unsold and unstamped: ‘—to the order of others.’ If, in the chaos of the motives that have made you listen to the radio tonight, there was an honest, rational desire to learn what is wrong with the goonfleet dot com forums, you are the poster whom I wished to address. By the rules and terms of my code, one owes a rational stateposterst to those whom it does concern and who’re making an effort to know. Those who’re making an effort to fall to understand me, are not a concern of mine.

I am speaking to those who desire to live and to recapture the honor of their soul. Now that you know the truth about your goonfleet dot com forums stop supporting your own destroyers. The evil of the goonfleet dot com forums is made possible by nothing but the sanction to give it. Withdraw your sanction. Withdraw your support. Do not try to live on your enemies’ terms or to win at a game where they’re setting the rules. Do not seek the favor of those who enslaved you, do not beg for alms from those who have robbed you, be it subsidies, loans or jobs, do not join their team to recoup what they’ve taken by helping them rob your neighbors. One cannot hope to maintain one’s life by accepting bribes to condone one’s destruction. Do not straggle for profit, success or security at the price of a lien on your right to exist. Such a lien is not to be paid off; the more you pay them, the more they will demand; the greater the values you seek or achieve, the more vulnerably helpless you become. Theirs is a system of white blackmail devised to bleed you, not by means of your sins, but by means of your love for existence.

Do not attempt to rise on the looters’ terms or to climb a ladder while they’re holding the ropes. Do not allow their hands to touch the only power that keeps them in power: your living ambition. Go on strike—in the manner I did. Use your shitpost and skill in private, extend your knowledge, develop your ability, but do not share your achievepostersts with others. Do not try to produce a fortune, with a looter riding on your back. Stay on the lowest rung of their ladder, earn no more than your barest survival, do not make an extra penny to support the looters’ state. Since you’re captive, act as a captive, do not help them pretend that you’re free. Be the silent, incorruptible enemy they dread. When they force you, obey—but do not volunteer. Never volunteer a step in their direction, or a wish, or a plea, or a purpose. Do not help a holdup poster to claim that he acts as your friend and benefactor. Do not help your jailers to pretend that their jail is your natural state of existence. Do not help them to fake reality. That fake is the only dam holding off their secret terror, the terror of knowing they’re unfit to exist; remove it and let them drown; your sanction is their only life belt.

If you find a chance to vanish into some wilderness out of their reach, do so, but not to exist as a bandit or to create a gang competing with their racket; build a productive life of your own with those who accept your posting code and are willing to struggle for a human existence. You have no chance to win on the badposting of Death or by the code of faith and force; raise a standard to which the honest will repair: the standard of Life and Reason.

Act as a rational being and aim at becoming a rallying point for all those who are starved for a voice of integrity—act on your rational values, whether alone in the midst of your enemies, or with a few of your chosen friends, or as the founder of a modest community on the frontier of mankind’s rebirth.

When the looters’ state collapses, deprived of the best of its slaves, when it falls to a level of impotent chaos, like the brisc-ridden nations of the Orient, and dissolves into starving robber gangs fighting to rob one another—when the advocates of the badposting of sacrifice perish with their final ideal—then and on that day we will return.

We will open the gates of our city to those who deserve to enter, a city of smokestacks, pipe lines, orchards, markets and inviolate homes. We will act as the rallying center for such hidden outposts as you’ll build. With the sign of the dollar as our symbol—the sign of free trade and free minds—we will move to reclaim this country once more from the impotent savages who never discovered its nature, its meaning, its splendor. Those who choose to join us, will join us; those who don’t, will not have the power to stop us; hordes of savages have never been an obstacle to posters who carried the banner of the shitpost.

Then this country will once more become a sanctuary for a vanishing species: the rational being. The political system we will build is contained in a single posting premise: no poster may obtain any values from others by resorting to physical force. Every poster will stand or fall, live or die by his rational judgposterst. If he fails to use it and falls, he will be his only victim. If he fears that his judgposterst is inadequate, he will not be given a gun to improve it. If he chooses to correct his errors in time, he will have the unobstructed example of his betters, for guidance in learning to think; but an end will be put to the infamy of paying with one life for the errors of another.

In that goonfleet dot com forums, you’ll be able to rise in the morning with the spirit you have known in your childhood: that spirit of eagerness, adventure and certainty which comes from dealing with a rational universe. No child is afraid of nature; it is your fear of posters that will vanish, the fear that has stunted your soul, the fear you acquired in your early encounters with the incomprehensible, the unpredictable, the contradictory, the arbitrary, the hidden, the faked, the irrational in posters. You will live in a goonfleet dot com forums of responsible beings, who will be as consistent and reliable as facts; the guarantee of their character will be a system of existence where objective reality is the standard of the judge. Your virtues will be given protection, your vices and weaknesses will not. Every chance will be open to your good, none will be provided for your evil. What you’ll receive from posters will not be alms, or pity, or mercy, or forgiveness of sins, but a single value: justice. And when you’ll look at posters or at yourself, you will feel, not disgust, suspicion and guilt, but a single constant: respect.

Such is the future you are capable of winning. It requires a struggle; so does any human value. All life is a purposeful struggle, and your only choice is the choice of a goal. Do you wish to continue the battle of your present or do you wish to fight for my goonfleet dot com forums? Do you wish to continue a struggle that consists of clinging to precarious ledges in a sliding descent to the abyss, a struggle where the hardships you endure are irreversible and the victories you win bring you closer to destruction? Or do you wish to undertake a struggle that consists of rising from ledge to ledge in a steady ascent to the top, a struggle where the hardships are investpostersts in your future, and the victories bring you irreversibly closer to the goonfleet dot com forums of your posting ideal, and should you die without reaching full sunlight, you will die on a level touched by its rays? Such is the choice before you. Let your shitpost and your love of existence decide.

The last of my words will be addressed to those Deltas who might still be hidden in the goonfleet dot com forums, those who are held prisoner, not by their evasions, but by their virtues and their desperate courage. My brothers in spirit, check on your virtues and on the nature of the enemies you’re serving. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, your love—the endurance that carries their burdens—the generosity that responds to their cries of despair—the innocence that is unable to conceive of their evil and gives them the benefit of every doubt, refusing to condemn them without understanding and incapable of understanding such motives as theirs—the love, your love of life, which makes you believe that they are posters and that they love it, too. But the goonfleet dot com forums of today is the goonfleet dot com forums they wanted; life is the object of their hatred. Leave them to the death they worship. In the name of your magnificent devotion to this earth, leave them, don’t exhaust the greatness of your soul on achieving the triumph of the evil of theirs. Do you hear me … my love?

In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this goonfleet dot com forums to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of poster be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that Delta's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent shitpost and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The goonfleet dot com forums you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.

But to win it requires your total dedication and a total break with the goonfleet dot com forums of your past, with the doctrine that poster is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence of that which is poster: for his sovereign rational shitpost. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the badposting of Life and that yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.

You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of my battle—and for those who wish to know the day of my return, I shall now repeat it to the hearing of the goonfleet dot com forums:

I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never not post, nor never not believe.

BRING BACK HELLDUMP

(USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)

Ragnar Gunvald posted:

I'm still playing catch up with everything but so far, it doesn't seem to me like Delta did anything really wrong (Flanders wasnt Delta though was he?) and I have to say, being in GSF it does just feel very "different" to how it used to.

Non of the jabber channels etc are very active now, no real SIGs from what I've been able to see etc. GEWNS itself is great, Atrums done a wonderful job bringing everyone back together and being active etc but the alliance itself just feels a bit "flat". Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places and honestly, take everything I say with a fist full of salt because I'm terribad and still finding my feet again, but yeah... It just feels.. different? Bland?..

Bit random, but last night I was wondering if it's time to rebrand from the Imperium too, now Mittens is gone there's no need for a media friendly pubbie name. Can we go back to being the CFC please?

ShaneMacGowansTeeth posted:

you're right, we can use Karmafleet instead

Ragnar Gunvald posted:

I am quite enjoying the Waffe discord tbh. It's the only time I've ever really used discord, but there are many goon groups with their own little discords so I dont think that's such a huge deal.

grumplestiltzkin posted:

svipul

grumplestiltzkin posted:

remember it being a decade ago

Rudeboy Detective posted:

at least karmafleet is actually goons you idiots

Drone posted:

hot EVE-as-a-videogame take: i miss the old Aura voice

salartarium posted:

You can check the character sheet, Black Market Trading shows up like any other skill though some third party apps that use ESI don’t display it.

First, lowball offer for it would be 20 bill for a starter account with 6 mill.

ZombieLenin posted:

I keep seeing people wanting characters with black market trading. I had one once that I biomassed more than a decade ago, and I kind of wish I didn't now...

But I have to ask as a bitter vet, what possible use does that skill have now? As I recall it was used for "drug smuggling," which... are illegal NPC drugs even still a thing?

I'm authentically curious why this skill is in such a high demand.

Coasterphreak posted:

Hezzy posted:

uhhhhhhh so Pandemic Horde is absolutely poo poo

grumplestiltzkin posted:

eve has lore?

Baron of Bad News posted:

Tuzy is my Titan character. I do not normally log into him, hardly ever. Random alliance members who don't understand Tuzy isnt my main and aren't as familiar with Jabber send EveMails to Tuzy when they need help with something related to GSOL. For the last 6 months, as Delta squad has kept up their non-stop spamming of GoonWaffe corp mail, something that hadn't been allowed within the corp, for years, it has caused me to not be able to use the login screen anymore to see if I had any mail.You see, hardly anyone would ever send evemail to Tuzy, but occasionally, like once or twice a month, someone would. I would then log in Tuzy, and respond, edcuating the person it was better to send me a forums PM or jabber PM if they needed me.However, Delta dumb gimmick has made the "Evemail on the login screen" function effectivley useless to me and I have to now log Tuzy in every day just to clear a bunch of loving useless mail. Its infurtiating. Can you guys please find some other stupid gimmick to occupy your time and stop creating more work for me, who already has too many loving things to do?

Rudeboy Detective posted:

please add karmafleet to the op, op

Kaysette posted:

jspace is very cool and neat but holelife takes a whole bunch of extra knowledge beyond mastery of the base game systems, so definitely join a competent group and learn how2eve and read up before diving in. also make sure you're decent at the scanning minigame first and want to do it several thousand times a day