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☾ WORMHOLE RESIDENT ☽
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There is no local in wormhole space.

No warnings.
No intel channels.
No mercy.

Only probes tightening around your mistake.

I don’t hunt ships.
I hunt **settlements**.

Structures are just loot containers
with reinforcement timers.

C5 / C6 Space
Hole Control Enjoyer
Unscheduled Relocation Specialist

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✦ PRAISE BOB ✦
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In Bob we trust.

Bob gives us statics.
Bob gives us content.
Bob gives us neighbors
who don’t know they’re moving yet.

Every signature is a prayer.
Every rage roll is a pilgrimage.
Every eviction is a sacrament.

Mass is temporary.
Connections are fleeting.
Bob is eternal.

✦ Praise Bob ✦

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☠ A H B A Z O N ☠
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When the wormholes grow quiet
I make pilgrimage to **Ahbazon**.

The crossroads of greed.

Where autopilots die.
Haulers panic.
And cynos bloom like flowers.

Some call it a gatecamp.

I call it
**customer support for poor life decisions.**

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Scan often.
Trust nothing.

And remember:

If Bob didn’t want your ship,
He wouldn’t have connected our holes.

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