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Listening to: Princess Aiko’s Coming

The Wormhole Police Department is too kind.

Some people accept me, do you?

That’s beautiful.

I’m beautiful!

Let’s check out our Fate and Destiny.

Doing well, as always.

The Dodixie trade hub is under siege!

Miners are easily agitated.

They can mine with Safety…

Now that’s just crazy talk!

I know the cure.

Just kill them.

You Won’t Believe (or will you?)

Only the faithful believe my incredible stories.

I’m a legend in my own time.

I’m making a difference in EvE Online.

I’ve even had some conversations.

> Oh Aiko, you are a doll.

Many like what I have to say.

“I started with dogfucker Don, and then I moved on to the anti-Semite, and finally I came for the n-word users and that CODE. neo-Nazi who keeps humming Das Horst-Wessel-Lied in Teamspeak… Did you know that song is illegal?“

Like I actually have to explain this.

CCP knows the truth about me.

I don’t really scam people.

It’s more of a polite request.

I just kill enemies (or befriend them).

Dreams do come true!

This antiganker know I’m fun and interesting.

A lot of people love me.

I know plebs won’t believe this.

I’m a real-life space witch.

There is a force stronger than PvP.

MANIFEST DESTINY!

My enemies admire and respect me.

I’m happy to help.

This is what the new New Order is all about!

Convert your items into killmails.

Give your stuff to Aiko Danuja.

Thanks for everything.

I often converse with the deceased.

I learned from the best.

Praise James 315! \o/

I’m gentle at the end.

Unlike griefers, I have no malicious intent.

The best thing in the galaxy is friendship with me.

I know I’m the best!

Some people can’t get enough…

He’ll be back.

THE GANKBEARS, aggrieved at having no established Executor, sent ambassadors to James 315 entreating for a King. Perceiving their aspirations, he cast down the CODE. The bears were terrified at the splash occasioned by its fall and hid themselves in the depths of Uedama. But as soon as they realized that the huge treatise was motionless, they swam again to the top of the water, dismissed their fears, climbed up, and began squatting on it in contempt. After some time they began to think themselves ill-treated in the appointment of so inert a Ruler, and sent a second deputation to James praying that he would set over them another sovereign. He then gave them Super Perforator. When the bears discovered his simple nature, they sent yet a third time, begging James to choose another. James, most displeased with all of them, unleashed a Princess who preyed upon the bears till there were none left.

Newbro Love

I love to help new players.

This has its own rewards.

I try to help as many newbs as possible.

Sometimes, I assist them for years.

They need a lot of help.

They fondly remember the first time they met me.

Over time, they gain a new perspective.

Odbayar is all grown up now!

Nice gank!

Safety is Dead

Carebears have a desperate dream.

James 315 is dead, and salty at me (or so they hope).

Miners are kinda dumb.

I’ll try to explain…

Here is an example.

This old meme charts the tragic lifecycle of a typical PvP player. At first, they gleefully trumpet their existence, then they count isk, and finally they notice all the “good” targets are gone – “game is dead, bro.” It’s true, any nerd can buy killmails, but many end their lives with the nagging sensation that they wasted years. For what? The fate of top tier players is actually kind of grim. They openly question whether it was worth the time, and then they are gone forever, forgotten by the disinterested sands of time. They literally regret succumbing to what can only be considered an autistic obsessive compulsion. #sad2see!

In contrast, things are going well for us.

As seen in many preceding posts on this fine blog, we’ve done something different with the mighty ~~CODE.~~ Safety. alliance. As gankbears, nullbears, lowbears, and wormbears grow increasingly bitter and despondent, the Safety alliance is evolving each and every day. The old regime collapsed precisely because it followed the doomed path of the PvP pleb, but my friends chart a different course.

Unlike our wannabe rivals, we take to heart the prophetic words of James 315. Mere ganking is no better than mining, as ganking alone cannot build a true civilization. Killboard grinding is no different than mindless farming. Ganking for isk is a pathetic and contemptible act, not unlike collecting Pokemon cards. In the end, nobody actually cares bro. All that isk won’t buy you a single friend. People will only care about me, and that is as it should always be, just as James intended.

That’s right.

Facts!

Only true faith can guide us, and what is better than knowing that the permanent destruction of our enemies (whom I erased from history) has opened doorways beyond imagination. For example, what might transpire if all the good targets fled wormholes? What might transpire, if CCP encouraged this by buffing Highsec PvE? In such a world, as we now find ourselves in, one thing is becoming clear.

Highsec miners are no longer poor.

A steady stream of rental income is flowing into our coffers – specifically, my personal wallets. Tune in tomorrow, for another example which once again verifies and substantiates my rightful claim to be the greatest capsuleer in the history of EvE Online. I’ll give you a subtle hint, it’s going to involve me selling yet another mining permit.