The Unphased Pestilence [T.U.P]
3 members
Apr 22, 2020(6y)
6% tax
Combat
Kills11
Losses138
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio58%
ISK
Destroyed10.08b
Lost114.33b
ISK Eff.8%
Balance-104248425972
Activity
Solo Kills3
Final Blows7
Points11
Members3
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
The Unphased Pestilence [T.U.P]
Members
3
Founded
Apr 22, 2020 (6 years)
Tax Rate
6%
Combat
Kills11
Losses138
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio58%
ISK
Destroyed10.08b
Lost114.33b
ISK Efficiency8%
Balance-104248425972
Activity
Solo Kills3
Final Blows7
Points11
Members3
Last 90 Days
Kills0
Losses0
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
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Bio
The Ageless Blight
A Shadow within shadows
Tis the last savored breath before the fight
A steel bird of doom before taking flight
The last glimpse of a screaming star falling from sight
Ever growing darkness where once was light
The hands disjoined when long held tight
A noise of terror thru a terror-less night
Of these we sing, of these we do weep
By ill and ire of the remembered burn
Into which we dream within our sleep
Astonishment and shock to worriment and concern
Knelling, yet infused with wonder and awe
Wicked dread and confusion turn
To find in both perfection and flaw
Sorrow and woe, to tear flesh from bone
To see, then not fathom what you saw
Each emotion belonging only to thier own
Untill ably infected by fear made raw
Then each emotion is joined by that alone
By latching itself upon the mind
It feeds parasitic thru a populace uprooted calm
Of security decay
Entering the mouth, withering the lips
It exits as a plague
To an empowered sculptor we are but clay
Yes it is of these we so solemnly write
The timeless fangs, the ancient bite
Perhaps even often the unexpected delight
Or a necessity when from the dark design, comes light
Yet to the countless, a curse to man's fragile might
Of this fireless fire, do we inginte
The scourge of fear, The Ageless Blight.
poem by: Catherine Renee Stanger
A Shadow within shadows
Tis the last savored breath before the fight
A steel bird of doom before taking flight
The last glimpse of a screaming star falling from sight
Ever growing darkness where once was light
The hands disjoined when long held tight
A noise of terror thru a terror-less night
Of these we sing, of these we do weep
By ill and ire of the remembered burn
Into which we dream within our sleep
Astonishment and shock to worriment and concern
Knelling, yet infused with wonder and awe
Wicked dread and confusion turn
To find in both perfection and flaw
Sorrow and woe, to tear flesh from bone
To see, then not fathom what you saw
Each emotion belonging only to thier own
Untill ably infected by fear made raw
Then each emotion is joined by that alone
By latching itself upon the mind
It feeds parasitic thru a populace uprooted calm
Of security decay
Entering the mouth, withering the lips
It exits as a plague
To an empowered sculptor we are but clay
Yes it is of these we so solemnly write
The timeless fangs, the ancient bite
Perhaps even often the unexpected delight
Or a necessity when from the dark design, comes light
Yet to the countless, a curse to man's fragile might
Of this fireless fire, do we inginte
The scourge of fear, The Ageless Blight.
poem by: Catherine Renee Stanger
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Efficiency0%
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ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
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Final Blows0
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