A power company. P-UP sold cheap power produced by running men. Back then, the company employed thousands of cloned Arnold Swarzeneggers. Then some scientist came up with the fusion drive, and poof! The company was down just like that. Nowadays, the remnants of P-UP fly around screaming, "Power! Unlimited Powe~eer!", their company motto, in the hopes of somehow becoming overrated-senators-turned-sith-lords. Poor bastards...

-= Small corp of friends and family, playing together. All Turkish players. =-