Burn the Jolly Roger. [BTJR.]
23 members
Jan 27, 2015(11y)
100% tax
Combat
Kills433
Losses1,321
Efficiency25%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed207.46b
Lost85.56b
ISK Eff.71%
Balance+121.89b
Activity
Solo Kills17
Final Blows123
Points433
Members23
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
Burn the Jolly Roger. [BTJR.]
Members
23
Founded
Jan 27, 2015 (11 years)
Tax Rate
100%
Combat
Kills433
Losses1,321
Efficiency25%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed207.46b
Lost85.56b
ISK Efficiency71%
Balance+121.89b
Activity
Solo Kills17
Final Blows123
Points433
Members23
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
BURN THE JOLLY ROGER
To the mast - burn their flag! - it is dark as the hearse
And the death which it bears as it sweeps through the 'verse;
Let our decks clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the warp scramblers honed, and the stasis webs bared:
Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,
for the last of my duties, the booster can key.
It will burn where we find it, the black flag - rough shod;
Their escape we'll deny them, we'll take every pod.
Unshared have they left their last victory's prey;
It is ours to return it, and theirs to obey:
There are shawls that might suit a Amarr's white neck,
and pearls that are fair as the arms they did deck.
There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose
Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine
'tis to drink to a victory - the death of a swine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, but for greed:
The first we despise, and the last we make bleed.
We fight, 'tis for justice! We love to see flow,
at the end of our weapons, the ships of our foe.
We strike for the memory of long-vanished years;
We only shed blood where another sheds tears,
We come, as the lightning comes, swift from above,
through the Pirates we loathe, to the battle we love.
To the mast - burn their flag! - it is dark as the hearse
And the death which it bears as it sweeps through the 'verse;
Let our decks clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the warp scramblers honed, and the stasis webs bared:
Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,
for the last of my duties, the booster can key.
It will burn where we find it, the black flag - rough shod;
Their escape we'll deny them, we'll take every pod.
Unshared have they left their last victory's prey;
It is ours to return it, and theirs to obey:
There are shawls that might suit a Amarr's white neck,
and pearls that are fair as the arms they did deck.
There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose
Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine
'tis to drink to a victory - the death of a swine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, but for greed:
The first we despise, and the last we make bleed.
We fight, 'tis for justice! We love to see flow,
at the end of our weapons, the ships of our foe.
We strike for the memory of long-vanished years;
We only shed blood where another sheds tears,
We come, as the lightning comes, swift from above,
through the Pirates we loathe, to the battle we love.
Active Members
Stats
Kills0
Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
NPC Losses0
Final Blows0
Points0