DOTLAN EveMaps

Danneskjöld Heavy Industries

There was a myth once of a man who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. His exploits were legendary... And misinterpreted by centuries of looter mindsets. He didn't steal from the rich. He stole from the wrongfully rich. The overtaxing ruling class of his age.

We won't pretend to be that man, or his cure. That was merely a parable I wanted to share. We will do what we please. We are capsuleers. Immortal demigods who command the wrath of stars. Don't ask us for mercy and don't expect us to ask it of you. Mercy is a thing of value, and must be exchanged for something else of value. In other places, this is called a Ransom. For us, it is merely a business exchange and venture.

If you wish to obtain diplomatic standings for us, we have to have incentive, blue or red. Incentive need not be ISK, but can be something as simple as "I'd like to fly with you". Simple as that. For questions, contact dibblebill.

"...you want to crawl? You don't know what the word means and never will. One doesn't crawl by acknowledging it as honestly as that."

"For the word We must never be spoken, save by one's choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man's soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all evils on the earth, the root of man's torture by men, and of an unspeakable lie. The word We is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages."