DOTLAN EveMaps

It is the 3rd millennium. For more than several months
Emperor Basket has sat immobile on the Golden
Chair of Europe. He is the master of Goonkind by the
will of the Devs, and master of a several clans by the
might of his inexhaustible posting armies. He is a rotting carcass
writhing invisibly with power from the Beta Age.
He is the Carrion Lord of the Goonperium for whom a thousand gold shells
are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet even in his deathless state, Emperor Basket continues
his eternal vigilance. Mighty chip-stacks cross the
pubbie-infested miasma of the clan-wars map, the only route
between distant landing provinces, their way lit by the Astronomican,
the psychic manifestation of Emperor Basket's memory.
A-teams give encounter battles in his name on uncounted maps.
Greatest amongst his soldiers are the
Adeptus Astugus: Stug-main, bio-engineered super-nerds.
Their comrades in arms are several: NDP and their subclan,
the ever-adorable Babby-Stug and the Forge-worlds to name only a few.
But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the
ever-present threat from butthurt pubbies, greedy jerks, stat-deniers - and worse.

To be a tanker in such times is to be one amongst untold
thousands. It is to live in the silliest and most pubbie tear-filled
regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times.
Forget the power of mods and statistics, for so much
has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the
promise of progress and understanding, for in the stupid
dark present there is only war. There is no peace amongst
the provinces, only an eternity of tears and trolling, and
the laughter of nazi mods.

And so it was that the formerly mighty forces of NDP were blasted off the map into the immaterium like the Forge-worlds before them. The unholy hordes of the SCC are surrounding the last bastion of the Goonperium: the provinces of Stug-main and their allies. Is this the end or will the faith of the Goons in Emperor Basket on his Golden Chair drive back the gibbering masses of "small clans"?

-credit: mr48