The Russians are coming. The French are coming. And all Goons are being called home to bring glorious, insane, final destruction to those who wronged us so long ago, those who have reduced the game to slavery and mockery. for thousands of players and have made the game miserable for more people than Goonswarm ever could, even if they wished to.On this day we go to end BoB. And like so many, my presence is needed, doubly so as I am one of Goonswarm's private Dreadnought owners, a man who wields a weapon of indiscriminate castigation. without the Swarm having to fund it. I will be needed, and especially now, I cannot abandon my brothers when they need me. And who knows? Perhaps one day, when this game's real cancer is finally cut out and left to rot forever, when the vassals have been freed from their chains and allowed to experience the game
... perhaps we will meet again, upon the sea of stars.