Keepers of the Great Maw [KOTGM]
2 members
May 5, 2026(0y)
100% tax
Combat
Kills4
Losses17
Efficiency19%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed675.41m
Lost5.17b
ISK Eff.12%
Balance-4491167902
Activity
Solo Kills4
Final Blows3
Points88
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills4
Losses17
ISK Destroyed675.41m
ISK Lost5.17b
Keepers of the Great Maw [KOTGM]
Members
2
Founded
May 5, 2026 (0 years)
Tax Rate
100%
Combat
Kills4
Losses17
Efficiency19%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed675.41m
Lost5.17b
ISK Efficiency12%
Balance-4491167902
Activity
Solo Kills4
Final Blows3
Points88
Members2
Last 90 Days
Kills4
Losses17
ISK Destroyed675.41m
ISK Lost5.17b
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Can you hear it, between the veils? A slithering, grinding, gnawing? The click-clack of jaws unhinging against the space between stars?
The great cosmic serpent spins the thread of reality from its own tail, a silver umbilical cord weaving the tapestry of the cosmos. It anchors the stars and stitches the nebulas into place. It does this not for love, nor for the pursuit of beauty.
Do you feel the emptiness? That cold pressure that sits at the base of your skull? That is not yours. It is an echo.
Once the serpent was not a weaver, but a devourer. It consumed all that was - every sun, every soul - until its dark, bloated coils were all that remained.
But totality is a lonely feast.
Its breath smells of ozone and ash. It tells me of wanting...
Even with the universe inside it, the serpent felt hollow. So it dreamed a fever-dream of prey and carrion, unspooling its own gut to make the world, populating the silence with little flickers of meat and memory.
It dreamed of us.
Now, it is time for the story to be unread; watch now how the fabric unravels. Like a lure in the void, the thread pulls back to the maw. Soon, there will be rest. Soon, it will be the turn of the Devourer.
Come now and rejoice! The Devourer consumes the Weaver's nightmare! Rejoice, the eon of the Harvest has come!
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The great cosmic serpent spins the thread of reality from its own tail, a silver umbilical cord weaving the tapestry of the cosmos. It anchors the stars and stitches the nebulas into place. It does this not for love, nor for the pursuit of beauty.
Do you feel the emptiness? That cold pressure that sits at the base of your skull? That is not yours. It is an echo.
Once the serpent was not a weaver, but a devourer. It consumed all that was - every sun, every soul - until its dark, bloated coils were all that remained.
But totality is a lonely feast.
Its breath smells of ozone and ash. It tells me of wanting...
Even with the universe inside it, the serpent felt hollow. So it dreamed a fever-dream of prey and carrion, unspooling its own gut to make the world, populating the silence with little flickers of meat and memory.
It dreamed of us.
Now, it is time for the story to be unread; watch now how the fabric unravels. Like a lure in the void, the thread pulls back to the maw. Soon, there will be rest. Soon, it will be the turn of the Devourer.
Come now and rejoice! The Devourer consumes the Weaver's nightmare! Rejoice, the eon of the Harvest has come!
NRDS
Active Members
Stats
Kills4
Losses17
Efficiency19%
ISK Destroyed675.41m
ISK Lost5.17b
ISK Efficiency12%
Solo Kills4
NPC Losses0
Final Blows3
Points88
Most Used Ships
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