Now, let’s see how an OFFICIAL mining permit works.
First, a miner must wake up.
They are generally disoriented.
Next, the miner needs to pay.
Lars Mabata > Hi 🙂 where fetching coffee.. Aiko Danuja > you owe 100 million Lars Mabata > it is Christmas Lars Mabata > why do i owe 100 mil? Aiko Danuja > for kill Stratios Lars Mabata > i never killed a stratios Lars Mabata > it was my stratios you killed Aiko Danuja > yes
They often have such questions.
Aiko Danuja > but once you register i can return your stratios Lars Mabata > what registration? Aiko Danuja > for friend-or-foe identification Lars Mabata > how can i show my registration when afk Aiko Danuja > we register your name in a spreadsheet
The answers lead to more questions.
Some miners try to scam me.
Many are paranoid.
As you can see, it’s not a scam.
Like it or not, I’m a real-life witch content creator.
Saaphir > not 200 million… 200 in words two hundred Saaphir > 200 Saaphir > 200 i repaet .. 200 not 200 million
He learned a valuable lesson.
This is why miner gankers are cooler than freighter gankers.
Freighters are kinda boring (and actually AFK).
At least miners are fun.
Saaphir > vastefaireenculerfilsdeputeschwanzlutscher Saaphir > vastefaireenculertoiaussiespecedepute Saaphir > lutsxhmaleinpaarschwänzeduflachwichser Saaphir > sovielduwillstdublödesau Saaphir > undwasdufeiglingvonarschloch Saaphir > fick dich du arschloch Saaphir > dreckiger schwanzlutscher Aiko Danuja > youwishhhhhhhhh CASTOLE > he called me a faggot and a coward Saaphir > he is already fucking you fag
This one had a lot to say.
Saaphir > band of cowards, no balls , only fags CASTOLE > we have a bad man here what we should to do? Blistalin Egber Beldrulf > Saaphir homophobia won’t get you anywhere son Saaphir > in the belt yes, u get it in your little dirty ass you fag Saaphir > come fags im afk Whadda Badasaz > if you are afk, how do you type? Saaphir > same way as you get fucked ..you dont even get it Saaphir > not only a fag but stupid and dumb Saaphir > stupid and fag, bad bad combination Saaphir > come fag
However, I agreed with some of his observations.
Saaphir > yes, the problem is the fag that kill noob ., because they are to little cowards and fag to fight ppl that can fight back Saaphir > it seems the fags like only to create damage to ppl that want chill a bit and mine …even low amount of crap ore, and they dont like
He was starting to figure things out.
BINGO!
He understood me perfectly.
He understood my alliance.
Ganking is about griefing newbros, not grinding for isk/hr.
I am a true ganker, of the highest form.
Saaphir > i dont care about youtr 8 rules of 20 rules or 200 rules Saaphir > if you wank after a kill on a venture , u are not more woirth than a fag Saaphir > take a airdryer and go under shower..problem done Saaphir > yeah i enjoy, those fqags dont like Saaphir > neither one or other… a snake is a king in the middle of worms. and you are not the snake Saaphir > CASTOLE CAN LIKE MY BOOTS LIKE A FAG DO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several hours later…
He understood exactly who and what I am.
Saaphir > you are one of the super dupper superkiller i can all i m so good and so strong i can beat all 5 years old Ange Du Matin > Praise Aiko! Gloria Exercitus > \o/
He understood my name is eternal.
Saaphir > i have no friends here Saaphir > or they shout you in the back Saaphir > i guess your to coward to do Saaphir > lick my boots cunt Aiko Danuja > you probably dont even have any boots Saaphir > i do Saaphir > u can lick them too if they still fit Saaphir > i make 800 real dollars a week Saaphir > i live in a big big city, you live in a cottage. Ygritte Pava > oooo a big city venture Saaphir > come eu , i take you out like a fish, and get your 2000 dollars Saaphir > and i withdraw the money and get a nice bottle champagne
Fellow Agents, Shareholders, and even you, the huddled, retching masses of bot-aspirants who pollute our beloved belts:
It is a burden, truly, to look out across the vast, infinite black of New Eden and see not the twinkling promise of stars, but the festering, necrotic lesions of unpermitted mining barges. For every thousand mouth-breathing carebears who think an automated cycle of a strip miner constitutes “gameplay,” there rises a singular, luminous beacon of hope. A paragon of the Code. An enforcer who understands that to save Highsec, one must be willing to burn the weeds—root, stem, and drone.
Today, we turn our gaze toward a figure who has transcended the mere title of “Agent.” She is not merely a soldier in our war against the decadence of AFK mining; she is a force of nature, a cosmic inevitability, a localized singularity of pure, unadulterated compliance. I speak, of course, of the Saviourette herself, the Princess of Pain, Aiko Danuja.
The Aristocracy of Violence
In a galaxy teeming with F1-monkeys and risk-averse krabs, Aiko Danuja stands apart as true nobility. Where the average miner sees a belt as a trough from which to feed, Aiko sees it for what it truly is: a hunting ground. A proving ground. A classroom where the tuition is paid in exhumer wrecks and the lesson is always the same: The Code is Law.
I have observed Aiko’s career with the proud, paternal gaze of a creator watching his most perfect engine hum to life. She does not simply gank; she performs. There is a theatricality to her enforcement that leaves the carebear not just ship-less, but soul-less. She understands that the destruction of a vessel is merely the opening statement. The real negotiation happens in the frozen silence, or the frantic, tear-stained scrolling of Local chat.
While other lesser capsuleers clumsily fumble for excuses or “gfs,” Aiko sits upon her throne—likely applying a fresh coat of “CONCORD Crimson” polish to her nails—and demands tribute. She is the Princess, and the belts are her royal court. You do not mine in her presence without bending the knee. You do not undock without her permission. And you certainly do not offer her 10 million ISK when the price of her mercy has just inflated to 150 million due to your impudence.
A Terror to the Bot-Aspirant
To understand Aiko’s value to the New Order, one must examine the quality of the tears she extracts. They are vintage. Refined. She arranges a complex bouquet of entitlement, confusion, and impotent rage.
I recall a dossier that crossed my desk recently—a “Shareholder Report” of sorts—where Aiko was approached by a miner who claimed he was “just trying to play the game.” Aiko, in her infinite wisdom, corrected him. He was not playing the game; he was simulating a screensaver. With the patience of a saint and the firepower of a Catalyst, she dismantled his arguments as efficiently as she dismantled his Covetor.
When the miner threatened to petition CCP, to call the police, to write a strongly worded letter to his local congressman, Aiko did not falter. She laughed. A high, crystalline laugh that echoed through the server nodes. She reminded him that she is the content. She is the emergent gameplay. She is the only reason his sad, lonely existence in that asteroid belt has any meaning whatsoever.
She has mastered the art of the “Double-Down.” When a miner refuses to pay a permit, she does not simply destroy him. She destroys him, utterly and unconditionally. This is not just enforcement; this is salesmanship. That is the New Order in its purest form.
The 1,602 BillionIsk Question
Let us not forget her financial devotion. Aiko is not just a warrior; she is a Shareholder of the highest caliber. When the New Order needed to cross the threshold, who was there? Who stepped forward? Aiko Danuja, again and again. What a lucky little lady, and a wise investor!
She understands the Code is not free. Civilization has a price tag. She pays with the spoils of conquest, funneling the wealth of the non-compliant back into the machinery that grinds them to dust. It is a beautiful, self-sustaining cycle of justice.
A Note to the Carebears
If you see Aiko Danuja in Local, do not panic. Panic leads to error, and a loss mail. Instead, I advise you to calmly dock, open your wallet, and ask: “Princess, what must I do to be saved?”
If you are lucky, she will only ask for your ISK. If you are unlucky, she will ask for your dignity. And if you are truly, spectacularly foolish—if you attempt to argue, to cite “EULA” violations that exist only in your fevered imagination, or to block her—then you will learn the final lesson. You will become a statistic. A smudge on her killboard. A cautionary tale of the sort often told on the pages of minerbumping.com.
Mission Accomplished
Aiko Danuja is more than a player. She is a mood. A vibe. A harsh, uncompromising aesthetic. She is the answer to the question, “Why can’t I just mine in peace?” The answer is Aiko. Because peace is earned. Peace is purchased. And until you have paid the Princess her due, there will be no peace. Salute her, Agents. Fear her, miners. For she is the Code made flesh, and she is coming to a belt near you.
