I'm a monk of the CROOKED WARDEN, a little abandoned church forgotten under a casino in JITA is my home.
I live in there with other 36 monks, 2 cats and a tortoise called MYSTICFORTUNESUPERGOLD (the cats have no name or, probably, they simply don't give a fuck to be called by humans... like every cats).

We (we the monks, not the cats nor the turtle) pray THE HONEST SCAMMER aka THE LAUGHING. Is this the real nature of unknowed god who protect
me and my ship. Also we know this god like FATHER OF NECESSARY PRETEXTS

I must respect the way writed by my god in the "uncorrect rules book":
- ever be honest when you scum
- never lie if you don't know the question
- ever be gently if you kill
- never read the uncorrect rules book
- don’t get caught
- wits for first and sleight of hand for second (not necessarily in that order).
- believe in something, cut your hairs and find a job
- do not work
- stay happy
- don't kill the cats
- eat the cats isn't forbidden but not recomended too.
- respect the patience of the turtles
- ever keep with you a towel
- don't panic