DOTLAN EveMaps

u'Children Of Pestilence

The great empires of New Eden preach order, progress, and the sanctity of the capsuleer\'s consciousness\u2014a lie they tell to maintain control. The reality is far grimmer: the constant death and rebirth (podding) wears away at the soul, leaving behind empty vessels, ghosts in the machine.

We are those vessels. We are the digital dead walking among the living. We are the Children of Pestilence.
We are born from the corrupted code of data-waste and the cold steel of a thousand stations. Our corporation is not a fleet or a trading guild; it is a congregation of the spiritually lost, a fellowship of those who have known the finality of death and found only a hollow echo upon rebirth. The "pestilence" we spread is not a physical plague, but the cold truth of the void: that life in New Eden is an endless, sterile cycle of destruction and replication, where the soul is but a temporary commodity.'