JesusOfGreen

The Gospel of Green
The name 'JesusOfGreen' isn't found on any Caldari State birth registry. It is not a name of blood, but a title of philosophy. I am Caldari, forged in the sterile, efficient heart of a corporate arcology, but I serve a higher power than any CEO or Director.

I serve the 'Green.'

I am a prophet of profit, a shepherd of the supply chain. While others find purpose in the hollow glory of faction warfare or the fleeting thrill of exploration, I find it in the pure, cold logic of the transaction. ISK is the only universal truth, the only measure of real power in this cluster.

My ministry began not with words, but with work. I looked upon the barren, forgotten worlds that others ignored and saw not waste, but potential. My congregation is the hum of command centers, the silent, relentless work of my extractor heads pulling resources from deep within the planetary crust. This is the first miracle: turning dust into wealth.

But raw materials are just the beginning. The true revelation is in creation. I am an artisan of the assembly line, a high priest of manufacturing. I take the raw elements of the universe—the minerals, the planetary goods—and I forge them into order. Every module I build, every ship hull that leaves my hangar, is a testament to my faith. I create the tools by which others wage their wars and build their empires.

K-space, however, is a den of thieves. Taxes, tariffs, trade hub gankers, and the endless, pointless squabbling of empires. They are loud, and they are inefficient. They seek to skim from my work, to leech from my production. They are the non-believers.

My promised land does not lie within the borders of CONCORD. It waits in the silent, swirling chaos of Anoikis.

Wormhole space.

That is my Eden. A hidden parish, a fortress-monastery built among the forgotten stars. A place of unbound resources, superior planetary interaction, and absolute autonomy. There, beyond the reach of empires and the noise of k-space, I will build my true church. A self-sufficient industrial bastion, humming with the sound of creation, dedicated to the one true god: Profit.

I do not turn water into wine. I turn pyerite into ammunition. It is a far more profitable miracle.

Dashboard

Stats

Kills19

Losses15

Efficiency56%

ISK Destroyed1.43b

ISK Lost4.87b

ISK Efficiency23%

Solo Kills0

Solo Losses12

NPC Losses5

Blob Factor5.63