Postcards From The Edge #3

Click, click, make big.

A Wolf assault frigate swoops past a stationary camera drone.

A combat Loki sits ready for action in dock.

A Sentinel trailed by a camera drone in hostile space.

MB.

Letters for the Boss Man #3

Mining Permit
From: Tyrannius Awe
Sent: 2012.07.06 02:22
To: Miura Bull,

Hi

Where can I get a Mining Permit?

I was told to message you to find out where to get one by one of your mining ticket inspectors. Interesting and innovative idea to say the least.

What are the prices?

Thanks for your time.

Tyr




Ah the innocence of the easily fooled, you just gotta love them, right? Our mining ticket inspectors put in some good hours and 'selling' the odd ticket here and there sure does top up the pay cheque come the end of the month. Depending on the circumstances our inspectors can charge what they see fit, 5 million isk, 10 million isk, or upwards to 20, 25 or 50.

In fact, one of our members who from asking about a mining permit in a chance encounter in a highsec belt just recently was given a payment of 1 billion isk. This wasn't a direct sale of the mining ticket, it was simply a token payment for some good chat, tips and advice.


I was cruising up to Jita in my BATTAL HELIOS, thought I'd check out some of the belts on the route, flip some cans and see what would bite. I snagged a Covetor who was mining without a permit and then further along the route in Balle I spot a Retriever in a belt, there he was with his can out at 5 degrees top belt.

I landed 50 clicks away and begin the burn towards him. As I get to about 10k off of him a chat window pops up.



Miura Bull > good evening sir
Sallot Mossri > hey
Sallot Mossri > how u doin man, what do u want
Miura Bull > OFFICA BULL to you, do you have a mining permit I could check?
Sallot Mossri > no, didnt know anything about that
Sallot Mossri > how does that work I am very sorry I not know and I ma new here
Miura Bull > ah I patrol these parts you see, this is my route, permit inspector, hard job but someone gotta do it
Miura Bull > making sure the rocks aren't depleted you know?
Sallot Mossri > i see
Sallot Mossri > so im not allowed to work here is what you are saying
Miura Bull > let me just check with my deputy
Sallot Mossri > ok I am very sorry for this
Miura Bull > yeah you don't seem to have the correct paperwork for this area. did your corp not issue you with permits? or indeed tell you?
Miura Bull > I must issue you with a cease or desist order for today, if you pay the day fine of 20 million isk you can take the ore home, would that suit you sir?
Sallot Mossri > no, actually im not mining for my corp here, everone is on vacation, so i was just making some money while my friends are away
Miura Bull > ah I see
Sallot Mossri > well, i think id like to pay for my ore fine but I will move on to a new zone is that ok


I flip the can.



Sallot Mossri > hey, dont blow my ship up, ill pay the fine or leave it all here for you
Sallot Mossri > hey man please you red


My wallet flashes and sure enough the little guy has stumped up the fine for mining permit violations. Then to my surprise he takes some of his ore back. I just don't have the heart to kill the poor guy, a rare moment of mercy on my part.



Miura Bull > it's cool I was just inspecting it, you may take it all now, your fine has been registered and I must issue you with a warning
Sallot Mossri > ty again and I am very sorry for this mistake
Sallot Mossri > thanks for letting me live
Miura Bull > no probs sir, just doing mah job, your permit violation will be in the post to you in 3-5 working days but you didn't mine too much so don't lose sleep over it
Miura Bull > o7
Sallot Mossri > okay, sorry for mistake again, I close window now

MB.

This Cult is a Dog From Hell

This is my report into the Black Rebel Rifter Club and the Church of Miura Bull. A movement or cult that some reporters call BULLOLOGY. I am the alter-ego and man on the outside, this work is in no way associated with Miura Bull and/or his directors, or Black Rebel Rifter Club or any of its members. One day I sat down by the window and cracked open a beer and looked into the paperwork and data I had collected, hundreds of pages of mind numbing paperwork. I sat back, chugged on the beers and what came to mind I put to paper (or screen, if you wish). This is rough and ready and mostly unedited. I recommend you go grab a beer, or a coffee, or cup of tea, or whatever.



It started as an accident, a one-man event, it wasn't meant to be like this. Or was it? Was this the plan all along? Is this Cult brainwashing even those at its highest levels? Is it possible to brainwash the brainwashed. Who are these annoying dudes in their frigates and what are they doing in MY New Eden? What is this FIREBRAND way of laughing in the face of  DANGER? Tossing aside the doctrine of a thousand other corporations and SLAMMING down their own fucked up ways and rules. And. And, succeeding. What? How? It is so simple that it shouldn't really work. What is the appeal?

Who is this Miura Bull? Why should I care? A self proclaimed SUPREME LEADER. His team of puppets make me sick to my stomach, is he just a master puppeteer or do the puppets work their own strings? Kaeda Maxwell, the head of a powerful crime family, fingers in all the pies, business dealings and market manipulations. I have seen the lengthy trails of data on this family, actually I don't even know for sure who is the head. There's probably a MAXWELL spawning as I write this, somewhere.

Who else is 'employed' at the top of the cult?

Doctor Genocide, a quiet man, quiet but sinister. The kind of guy who would offer to mow your lawn and then set fire to your shed. My investigative work has shown that Doctor Genocide has been a loyal follower and henchman to Miura Bull for some time now, is he even a doctor? Their employment histories are worryingly matched. It is rumoured Doc, as he is known to his close friends, is a wealthy backer of the Cult movements of Miura Bull. Over the years mysterious donations have shown up on public records and statements, ships and equipment have been funded by Doc. Little is known where the money comes from. Doc is thought to be one of Miura Bull's closest allies in New Eden.

Lhorenzho. My work has led me to believe that this man is actually a thorn in the side of the Cult. A last resistance to the inevitable, but key to the movement, a father figure and go-to man who is much liked by those in the corporation. Rumours of a planned (and failed) escape via jump clone technology could not be confirmed or denied by Lhorenzho's office. Another wealthy backer of the Cult despite his known objections to some of the schemes and practices. Or is he? Is this all a public front? A more detailed look into this man is definitely needed.

Saftsuze is a playboy, a high-rolling man of mystery, an intergalactic superstar and moustache aficionado. This all sounds messed up, I can hear you saying. Correct. This man is a murderous pirate. When I first looked this guy up I was expecting him to be a spacecar racing driver or something. He lives the glamour lifestyle and is a self-styled pretty boy. This is all a front, a clever decoy. I don't know what his exact role is within the Cult but records indicate he is one of the longest serving members.

Peri Simone, according to my records is but a humble vending machine repairman. Killfeed data would suggest otherwise. A strong-minded man who is known amongst the Cult circuit as a leader of fleets, pilots will flock like flies around shit to this man's fleets. This kind of thing feeds the Cult and is a poison on society as his murderous bees sting and plough their way through civilized space.

Joe Struck appears to be the Mr Nice Guy of the puppets. He is artistic, a clever man but also a cold-blooded killer when he needs to be. It is rumoured he has close ties to the head of a secret fighting society. My findings would lead me to believe that Joe Struck is quite a reserved man, what Miura Bull has planned for Joe Struck's service is not clear. I am also led to believe that Joe is the propaganda machine and spin doctor of the Cult.

Salisar Salubrious is a feared griefer, a pirate, he is a known face in the highsec asteroid belts, he is ruthlessly efficient in the art of murder. But he does not stop there, anything in lowsec is also feed to the man that has been labelled The Dingo in some New Eden news feeds. It is thought that Salisar is a keen student in the art of the mind trick and is a man of exceptional wealth.


There are others whose names I have here. Duke Thunderhorse is a former puppet of the Cult, he appears to have severed ties with the movement at the time of writing but his employment history is patchy. Attempts at contacting Duke Thunderhorse for further interview were unsuccessful.

Syclone Tracy is another man who has been on the board of brainfeed in the past. A brief stint away from the corporation on business dealings has seemingly left him off the board, so to speak. However, data available to me would suggest that Syclone is still a powerful part of the Cult and a much liked member.


So what is feeding this Cult beyond that of the puppets at the top?

Cults, wonderful on the outside but on the inside are very manipulating. Cult leaders are desperate to trick people into joining, or at least have their puppets do this work for them. They are after your obedience, your time, your loyalty, your mind and your money.

Cults use sophisticated mind control and recruitment techniques that have been refined over time. Beware of thinking that you are immune from cult involvement, R1FTA has millions of members and followers around New Eden who once thought they were immune, and still don't know they are in a cult! This Cult does not just include its members on the roster, oh no, its web stretches far and wide, its thorns penetrate deep into the very heart of your being. To spot a cult you need to know how they work and you need to understand the techniques they use. The promise of state of the art communications platforms, community message boards, killboards, free ships and equipment, camaraderie, friendship, it is all a mind trick. As soon as you sign up you are effectively plugged into the brainfeed.


In the Church of Miura Bull mythos, the fictional '5th Invasion Fleet' is said to be one of the most powerful galactic fleets still active. Church founder Miura Bull describes it as:

"Various frigates, fucking thousands of them, united into a very vast fleet which stretches from one stargate to the next..... this fleet has come forward up through the last 300,000 years, formed out of the fragments of earlier fleet doctrines. In the last 10,000 years or so they have gone on with a sort of decadent kicked-in-the-head approach.... the fleet contains Rifters that shoot mini Blackbirds out of their autocannons but their jam cycles are reversed and instead of JAMMING the enemy they fire rainbows that distort and confuse every single racial jammer in the game, rendering them useless, it is like an ECM ECM or something. All the fleet members wear black flight helmets and white suits when in combat. Planetside members wear strange hats and they talk in foreign tongues, they communicate mainly via a keyboard that has a waterproof sleeve— this 'fleet' looks almost like an exact duplicate of every damned blob fleet in today's New Eden, but it is laced and twisted with evil and is meant to be an image of what THEY will become"


I don't really have words for this. The above is from the mind of a mad man. His followers actually believe this crap too. They are bred on the diet of small gang warfare and they are taught that should they fall by the wayside that they will end up flying tackle in the 5th Invasion Fleet. It is this kind of fear that drives the members of Miura's Cult to abide by the rules of honour.


Let's take a deeper look into the misconceptions of the Cult of Miura Bull and R1FTA.


R1FTA pilots are easy to spot, they wear strange clothes and live in space communes.

Well some do. But most are everyday people like you and me, don't let the capsuleer status fool you. They live in private quarters in vast corporate hangars and for the most part enjoy a luxurious lifestyle and standard of living. They wear the same clothes, mostly, some fashion themselves on whatever craze their SUPREME LEADER is currently sporting. They eat the same food. Cult leaders don't want you to know that you are being recruited into a cult and so they order their recruiters to dress, talk and act in a way that will put you at ease. R1FTA directorship has even invented a phrase to describe this, they call it "being relatable"....


R1FTA is full of the weak, weird and emotionally unstable.

Not true. Many cult members are very intelligent, attractive and skilled. The reality is that all sorts of people are involved in R1FTA. from the top to the bottom. One of the few common denominators is that they were often recruited either at the start of or at a low point in their eve career.


R1FTA is just a breeding ground for a bunch of religious nut cases.

This is a common mistake people make thinking that cults are purely religious groups. The modern definition of a mind control cult refers to all groups that use mind control and the devious recruiting techniques that this report exposes. The belief system of a religion is often warped to become a container for these techniques, but it is the techniques themselves that make it a cult. In a free society people can believe what they want, but most people would agree that it is wrong for any one to try to trick and control people. The people in the Church of Miura Bull all share their love for the frigate, they worship it and this very bond to a certain play style is ideal for manipulation and control.


R1FTA pilots call all other groups cults.

"Those god damned hippies over in Bosena, RANSM, look at them worshipping that bald-headed fucker and his live stream, those guys are nothing but thugs, brainwashed I tell you!" An excerpt from a diary labelled 'Lhorenzho: My Time in Molden Heath', which was mysteriously discarded in the waste disposal sector of the Pator Tech School in Heild.


Further.


The Church of Miura Bull is one of the most controversial new movements to have arisen in New Eden. It has often been described as a cult that financially and emotionally defrauds and abuses its members, charging exorbitant fees that are hidden in the form of regular donations. These fees pay for the upkeep of the corp, its spiritual services and its propaganda and war machine. Critics say that members are often press-ganged into joining, a high percentage of members were once victims at the other side of the gun, traumatised they often sign up out of fear. The Church of Miura Bull has consistently used litigation against such critics, and its aggressiveness in pursuing its foes has been condemned as harassment, they are keen advocates of destruction and have an active membership who partake in events across the cluster from Hulkageddon to Ganked roams and many more public events. Further controversy has focused on Miura's belief that clones reincarnate (beyond the normal means) and have lived in other corporations before fulfilling their service and becoming a paid up member of R1FTA. "Every other corporation is a holding pen before the NIRVANA" a drunk and rambling Miura Bull was once heard as saying, "Nobody who comes here ever really leaves".

Unless of course they are forced out.

Many members have fallen into the gutter, Miura's toys are exactly that, his toys, his evil little playthings. A bad egg is easily kicked and forgotten about.

 "if [a member] was considered to be in contempt, or is disliked or anything like that, a big mouth, a cocksure, you get the drift? [he was] simply fried since there was a curtain of some weird laser material in MB's office which went clear across the front of his desk and if any of those little fuckers would try and cross that line they were fried, man... or that is what he said happened, I dunno, I'm not saying he pushed them into the field or anything" -- Lhorenzho.


The Commercial Success of R1FTA and the Devil is the Cash Cow.

Cults that use commercial gain as their base are called "cults of greed", is R1FTA a cult of greed? I dunno. Cults of greed will promise you that if you join them and follow their special programme for success then you will become very rich. Often they will hold up their leader as an example and explain that if you do what he says then you will be successful too. Commercial cults use mind control to get you working for them for free, and to make you pay for an endless stream of motivational holoreels, out of corp videos, skillbooks and seminars all of which are supposedly designed to help you succeed and become a killer combat pilot, but in reality are designed to enhance the cult's mind control environment and keep you believing in their almost impossible dream of success. Of course they never mention that the primary way the leaders make money are by selling these motivation materials to their group! I can not confirm or deny, looking in from the outside that R1FTA is selling any of this material to its members. But I do suspect there is some level of this activity on their forums.


Self Help & Counselling for the Concerned New Eden Business Sector

Cults that use "self help" or counselling or self improvement as their base often target business people and corporations. By doing their courses and seminars and buying their products they claim you and your staff will become more successful. Business people locked away in hotel rooms are subjected to quasi-religious indoctrination as they play strange games, join in group activities, and share their innermost thoughts with the group. Once you have completed one course you are told you need to do the more advanced course, which naturally costs more than the last. These cults will sometimes request that you do volunteer work and that you help recruit your friends, family and work mates. These groups specialise in creating powerful emotional experiences which are then used to validate your involvement in the cult. The religious overtones are couched in terms which don't sound religious. They usually come to the surface as you near the end of a seminar. Many people have been bankrupted by involvement with these cults. Rumours that the Maxwell Empire is based on self help and counselling business methods are as yet unconfirmed.


Miura Bull's Mind Control

Mind Control is a suite of psychological techniques that cult leaders attempt to control their members with. Miura Bull is a master of mind control.

I do not consider Mind Control to be some magical device which can take away peoples' free will. In other words it does not turn people into some sort of remote control robot. Rather we see Mind Control as a dishonest influence placed covertly on cult members by the cult. So instead of Mind Control being some sort of irresistible force like the aliens in the movies that take over peoples minds, rather it is more like a gun and Miura Bull is holding the gun, it is a big gun. Miura points the Mind Control "gun" at a member and says, "if you leave us then you will lose access to all of your friends and family and chat channels will be removed", "if you don't conform then you will go to Highsec or the Invasion Fleet", "if you don't give us money then you will fail in business".

I have broken Mind Control up into a series of techniques that R1FTA use. Together these techniques make up Mind Control.

Deception

A cult needs to recruit and operate using deception. Why?
Because if people knew their true practices and beliefs beforehand then they would not join. A cult needs to hide the truth from you until they think you are ready to accept it.

For example, imagine if the leader of some FASHION HOUSE DICK CHOP cult was open and honest about the group and had said to new recruits, "Join us, wear strange clothes, get castrated and then drink poison!" he would not have had many takers. Such is life. How does Miura Bull deceive his recruits? He certainly does not tell them they will "Wear strange clothes, lose billions, wreck your killboard, donate millions and then drink poison".

Miura Bull employs a slick and well-rehearsed Public Relations front which hides what the group is really like. You will hear how he helped the poor, or supported research into new mining vessels, or ways of peace in highsec, or the environment. They will tell you how happy you will be in their group (and everyone in the cult will always seem very happy and enthusiastic, mainly because they have been told to act happy and will get in trouble if they don't). But you will not be told what life is really like in the group, nor what they really believe. These things will be introduced to you slowly, one at a time, so you will not notice the gradual change, until eventually you are practicing and believing things which at the start would have caused you to run a mile to the nearest stargate.



Exclusivism

A normal organisation or corporation would not have any trouble with you moving to another similar organisation as long as you stayed in that same 'circle'. Because it is the belief system that matters, not membership in an organisation. For example if you were a member of GATE CAMPING CORP 'A' then you could move from one CAMPING brotherhood to another and then to another and still be considered ONE OF THEM.

However cult leaders will tell you can only be "saved" (or can only be successful) in their organisation alone. No other organisation has the truth, all others miss the mark. So it is not the belief system that decides your future, but it is the belief system AND your membership with that particular group.

The cult leaders need to make you believe that there is no where else you can go and still be saved, and if you ever leave the "one true Church of Miura Bull" then you are going to hell or highsec or SOV warfare. This is a fear based control mechanism designed to keep you in the cult. It also gives the cult leaders tremendous power over you. If you really believe that leaving the group equals leaving God (Miura) (or means you are leaving your only chance to succeed in life), then you will obey the cult leaders even when you disagree with them instead of risking being kicked out of the group. Exclusivism is used as a threat, it controls your behavior through fear.


Fear and Intimidation

Cult leadership is feared. To disagree with leadership is the same as disagreeing with God himself, not Miura, the other one, whichever one you follow. The cult leaders will claim to have direct authority from (Miura) to control almost all aspects of your life. If the cult is not a religious group then questioning the leaders or program will still be seen as a sign of rebellion and stupidity. In Miura's Cult, you don't question what his dictators tell you.

Guilt, Character Assassination and Breaking Sessions. Guilt will be used to control you. Maybe the reason you're not making killmails is because you're not "with the programme". Maybe the reason you're not able to convert new recruits is because "your heart is prideful and full of sin". It could never be that the programme isn't working, or those new recruits have valid reasons for not joining. It's always your fault, you are always wrong, and so you must try harder! You will also be made to feel very guilty for disobeying any of the cult's written or unwritten rules.

Character Assassination is used to help create the guilt in you. Character Assassination is a type of false reasoning used by people and groups who have no real arguments. The technical name for Character Assassination is "The Ad hominem Fallacy".


Breaking sessions are when one, two or more cult members and leaders attack the character of another person, sometimes for hours on end. Some cults will not stop these sessions until their victim is crying uncontrollably or reaching for the Vitoc.


Love Bombing and Relationship Control

Cults know that if they can control your relationships then they can control you. Whether we like it or not we are all profoundly affected by those around us. When you first go to a cult they will practice "love bombing", where they arrange instant friends for you. Often disguised as a fleet invite. It will seem wonderful, how could such a loving group be wrong! But you soon learn that if you ever disagree with them, or ever leave the cult then you will lose all your new "friends". This unspoken threat influences your actions in the cult. Things that normally would have made you complain will pass by silently because you don't want to be ostracised. Like in an unhealthy relationship love is turned on and off to control.

Cults also try to cut you off from your friends and family because they hate others being able to influence you. A mind control cult will seek to manoeuvre your life so as to maximize your contact with cult members and minimize your contact with people outside the group, especially those who oppose your involvement. Beware of instant friends!


Information Control

Those who control the information control the person. In a mind control cult any information from outside the cult is considered evil, especially if it is opposing the cult. Members of R1FTA are told not to read it or believe it. Only information supplied by the cult or approved by its propaganda team is considered true. One cult labels any information against it as "persecution" or "spiritual frigate pornography", another cult calls it "apostate literature" and will expel you from the group if you are caught with it. Cults train their members to instantly destroy any critical information given to them, and to not even entertain the thought that the information could be true. This same process applies to fitting techniques and standard flight practices.


"This one time he linked his fit on battleclinic, man, I tell you, Miura had his face over his desk, he was shouting at the top of his voice NOBODY HERE POSTS THEIR FUCKING FITS TO BATTLECLINIC..... it was a good job he liked him cos he was a nose hair away from getting zapped by the frickin lazers, no joke" -- Unnamed R1FTA member commenting on R1FTA's policy regarding strict ship fitting protocols.


Common sense tells us that a person who does not consider all information may make an unbalanced decision. Filtering the information available or trying to discredit it not on the basis of how true it is, but rather on the basis of how it supports the party line, is a common control method used throughout R1FTA.



Reporting Structure

In a mind control cult like R1FTA you must be careful of what you say and do; "The walls have ears". Everyone is encouraged to watch out for "struggling" brothers and sisters and report what they see to leadership. Often information given in deepest confidence is automatically reported to leadership. Cult leaders will then use this information to convince their members that they have a supernatural link, the trusting member does not suspect the very natural mechanism behind the supernatural revelations they are given.

People in a mind control cult will also hide their true thoughts and feelings, and instead wear a mask which presents them as a perfect cult member. This mask is a defense against being reported to leadership and being punished for not measuring up (cult members never feel like they measure up to the cult's ideals, and yet often believe the other members around them do, when in reality the others feel the same as them). Hence cult members are trained not only to deceive outsiders, but also to deceive their fellow cult members. Rarely can close friendships form in cults, and if they do the cult's leaders may see them as a threat and move those people away from each other. Nothing is allowed that can be more powerful than the cult members' allegiance to the group and it's leaders.


Time Control

Mind control cults keep their members so busy with meetings and activities that they become too busy and too tired to think about their involvement.

Time control also helps the cult keep their members immersed in the manufactured cult environment.

And time control helps keep cult members away from former corpmates, friends and family.




Cult Recruiting Methods

Hyped Meetings

Rather than explain to you what the group believes or what their programme is up front, they will instead insist that you can only understand it if you come to a group meeting or a roam. There everyone around you will seem so enthusiastic that you will start to think there is something wrong with you. They create an environment where you will feel uncomfortable and the only way to become comfortable is to join them. This is an application of controlled peer pressure.

Intense Unrelenting Pressure

They call repeatedly. Meet you in station or in asteroid fields and sometimes even in your own private chat channels. Trick you into fleeting up for only an hour and then lead you into a long study, meeting or talk. They have to keep the pressure on, otherwise you might snap out of the mind control environment they are trying to immerse you in.

They tell you that they are not a cult.

This is a preemptive strike against the warnings from friends and corp members which they know will come. In fact some cults go as far to tell you that Satan will try and dissuade you by sending family members and friends to tell you it is a cult. When this tactic is used then often a warped form of logic occurs in the recruits' mind, the "agents of Satan" do come and tell them that it is a cult. So since the group predicted that would happen, the group therefore must true! Basically if any group tells you that they are not a cult, or that some people call them a cult, then for goodness sake find out why!


Okay, time to wrap this up. I get the sense that people are tapping into my movements, eyes are watching me, I feel like spiders are crawling up my walls. IS this a dream? Who am I?


Some key final pointers. If you are being recruited into R1FTA or one of its umbrella operations (or any other suspected cult for that matter), then check this list, it may save you!


Single charismatic leader.


People always seeming constantly happy and enthusiastic. Especially if you discover that they have been told to act that way for the potential new recruits.


Instant friends.


If you are told who you can or cannot talk to or associate with.


They hide what they teach.


Say they are the only true group, or the best so why go anywhere else.


Hyped meetings, get you to meetings rather than share with you.


Experiential rather than logical.


Asking for money for the next level.


Some cults travel system to system during times when you are home alone. They think that the loner is easy to recruit.


Saying that they have to make people pay for it because otherwise they will not appreciate it. This is of course a very silly reason, plenty of people are able to appreciate things which they did not pay for.




Conclusion

It is the firm conclusion of this report that most of Miura Bull's techniques are those of authoritative hypnosis and as such are dangerous ... the scientific evidence which the report heard from several expert witnesses of the highest repute ... leads to the inescapable conclusion that it is only in name that there is any difference between authoritative hypnosis and most of the techniques of the Cult of Miura Bull, The Church of or any other connective names. Many of his techniques are in fact hypnotic techniques, and Bull has not changed their nature by just changing their names.


Miura Bull's cults are a poison.


Join his Cult and you will become a foul and stinking piece of shit swimming in a bucket of other shits. Stirred by his puppets, his faces, his wealthy backers and donors, wretched beings hellbent on THE DOCTRINE and THE VISION. This MOTHERFUCKER slipped off his cross and is now nailing you to it. New recruits have no choice, they will be brainwashed. If they move too quickly they are dead, if they don't move fast enough then they are dead, stand still... yes, you guessed it, they are dead, shafted, screwed, fucked. It isn't your deck of cards you are playing with. How you going to shit with a 2,000 foot Miura Bull cork shoved up your ass?

To save yourself, to learn of escape. Do not read the business teachings of Kaeda Maxwell, do not look too deeply into the humour of Lhorenzho--very dry shit, learn his spirit but don't take his stuff to heart. Avoid anything to do with moustaches and Vengeances, don't listen to those who write in cryptic poetry. Or claim to be doctors. Don't fit plates to slow frigates. Don't fit fucking small shield extenders. Avoid OCD freaks and self-named Lords. MAD MEN WHO TYPE ONLY IN CAPITAL FUCKING LETTERS. Flip your middle finger in the air to the SYSTEM. Run, grab all your shit and RUN. FLY far, get away, wipe MOLDEN HEATH off of your map. It never existed, fucking aliens live there, and spiders. Watch out for posters, propaganda and killboards detailing the holiday schedule and campaigns of R1FTA and stay the hell out of town. Invest in a security door and EXPENSIVE locks. Learn self defence. Wear sunscreen. Don't go afk in space. Don't camp gates with Sabres and Falcons. Don't camp gates. Never open up a convo request with one of the former directors. Never warp through Rancer in a fucking shuttle or pod. Market hubs should be crossed off the list, fuck it don't even go there, don't even buy stuff any more ...become a recluse. Don't ever mix combat boosters with whiskey. Don't listen to loud music when flying. Don't fly a Blackbird. Stop convoing Miura Bull. Never self-destruct a carrier. Shave daily. Change your appearance twice monthly. Invest in dark shades. Purchase vast quantities of bug spray, have it on your person at all times. Read and study the evacuation procedures of every station you reside in. Cut your hair. Lock your security door at all times. Shower for no longer than seven minutes. Keep your sidearm by your side at all times. Don't listen to some rulemaker. Don't follow wartime operating procedures or join corps that tell you what to fly and when to fly it. Don't be afraid of losing your ships. SOLO WILL NEVER DIE it is only dead to those with no skill and a big F1 button. Don't make pvp videos in highsec. Don't become a cunt. Don't get your fits from battleclinic. Never fake a killmail. Don't become a forum warrior. Listen to those wiser than you, feed off their advice. Grow a beard. Always honour a ransom or 1v1. Never talk to the guy in the hood at the bar. Don't drink the rum that he just offered you. The light, don't look into the light.


What light?


FLASH.


I hope this made you spill your beer, or coffee, or tea or whatever.




MB.

Black Dragon Recruitment Opens!

Recruitment is now underway for our sister corp 'Black Dragon Fighting Society'.

Looking to get started in pvp? Tired of the grind of missions, mining and the other evil horrors that lurk in highsec space? Want to fly with some laid back pilots?

For direct recruitment register here.


or


join the in-game public chat channel 'The Autocannon' and ask to speak to a recruiter.

MB.

Letters for the Boss Man #2

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From: Grayson Resinus
Sent: 2012.06.07 17:07
To: Miura Bull,

is there a particular reason you are a fucking asshole or were you just born that way having a fucking warship and two fuck nut flunkies(thats you btw) blow away a guy simply trying to mine for some money and kill some pirates?

I mean are you so sexually inadequate that you have to get your self esteem from this kind of thing?

I pity you. congrats on your "victory", asshole






Re: wow
From: Miura Bull
Sent: 2012.06.07 20:47
To: Grayson Resinus,



U mad?






Re: Re: wow
From: Grayson Resinus
Sent: 2012.06.07 20:57
To: Miura Bull,

well excuse me for not playing this game 22hrs a day and having all the money in the world to buy every ship and have all the fanciest stuff. I started playing the game a week ago.

uh oh did I just make you look like a complete retard with no ability to comprehend reality?

gee sorry. and no I am not mad thank you very much.

enjoy your sexual inadequacies. asshole.

MB.

Red Rinse

Great Wildlands. 

"Pirates. Scoundrels. Vagabonds. The most enigmatic of all the Minmatar tribes members are called many things, but no one truly knows them. I have researched them perhaps more than any scholar alive and still I feel I've barely scratched the surface." 

- The Travels of Germone Ferush  

There is an odd sense of peace out in the loneliest reaches of space, in the forgotten regions, the barren waste and endless sprawl of system after system. Just you and the void and the magnificent glow of the stars and the twinkle of a far off nebulae. 

Chasing the dream and turning over another pay day. 

Yesterday I slipped through Molden Heath and into the Great Wildlands in nothing but a battered old Drake that I had won in a card game, a packet of red-striped smokes in my pocket and a missile bay chocked full of Caldari's finest. 

Strange memories on this nervous night in the emptiness. Ten hours later? Sixteen? Damn... It seems like a lifetime. *Chapter II was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or killmails or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and space. Whatever it meant.…

Less than 24 hours and a missile refill later, I was done and on my way out of the hell hole. The vicious circle had gripped me hard, just another notch in the CONCORD data chain and with no sense of time--like a machine with the override plug ripped out, almost conveyor like and in a trance.

Just shy of a full day after I went in with my -10 badge of dishonour I was now sporting a -1.9 clean one. I didn't know why. I had no plan or grand vision. I just went in and did it. 

Now I guess I can set loose the cannon in highsec again. Who knows what can happen in the mind of the mad man in the safety pen with an itchy trigger finger and a clean break. I'll give myself three weeks before I'm lusting for my lowsec gates again, as the vicious circle kicks back in. But for now I hope to find something amusing to article from my vacation in the safe lands. 

Watch this space.

MB. 

* Chapter II in the history of the Rebels is often defined as the period after the second formation of the corporation and involved a high percentage of shenanigans, terror campaigns, wars and general dumbfuckery in the highsec playground of New Eden. 

Killboard Poker ~Full House~

I like to play a little imaginary game of 'killboard poker' with the most expensive kills feature at the top of our killboard. This is the best hand I have seen for a while........ Tengus full of Lokis.


What's your best hand?


MB.

Soon the Black Dragon will sing

The Black Rebel Rifter Club is currently restructuring as part of our latest expansion drive. This expansion comes in two parts mainly. 1. The formation of a new alliance--The Devil's Tattoo and 2. The formation of a feeder corp to partner R1FTA under the umbrella of the alliance--Black Dragon Fighting Society.

For the most part it will be a case of 'as you were'. There will be no change in the way we go about our business, we'll still be throwing our ships into battles we really shouldn't be winning and having a damned good laugh in the process. We will soon be officially opening recruitment to BDFS.

*INTRODUCTION:

21,000 years ago Count Juan Raphael Dante and the secrets of his DIM MAK fighting style struck fear into the established world powers of Earth. He was marked for death.
To preserve his fighting knowledge he spread the word of DIM MAK to disciples throughout the world through the mass media of the day, sewing the seeds of the power of the true fighting warrior to grow in those that would receive his teachings. He knew that the world and the universe were not ready for his message and he faked his own death, was cryogenically frozen and launched into space.

Time passed. Empires rose and fell as the pod containing “THE DEADLIEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED” made its way deeper and deeper into the far reaches of the universe.

The cryo-pod finally made planet-fall in the Ammold system. Its ancient landing and reentry programs successfully deposited Count Dante on the Planet's surface. The pod was discovered in the dry hills outside of a small settlement by a young man named Miura Bull.

Miura successfully initiated the re-animation sequence on the cryo-capsule freeing Juan Raphael Dante from millennia of self-imposed exile.

As Count Dante's eyes strained in the light of the first day of his new future he gazed upon the face of his young savior and knew that at least one soul in this distant future world was ready for his message.

Count Dante devoted himself to training the Bull in all the secrets of the fighting arts. No one in Ammold could withstand the onslaught of his POISON HAND WEAPONS. He learned to live life without fear, calm in the knowledge of his ability to fight and win. Miura Bull's desire to live THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR eventually pulled him to look for ever-greater opportunities to test himself and his fighting abilities. He applied to the capsular program to become a spaceship pilot. The Count bid his young disciple farewell and as he watched his greatest pupil board the Interbus shuttle he wondered what new form DIM MAK would take when released upon the stars.

Young Bull Rose to great fame as a celebrated fighter, terrorist and pirate leader. His training in the DIM MAK method of hand to hand combat shaped his flying and fighting philosophy. No fear, no statistics, no fleets to save you from your own mistakes, no hiding in the crowd or being robbed of glory. "The Bull" Gathered other deadly fighters around him and formed the Black Rebel Rifter Club. This army of berserker space pilots broke the "Rules" of space combat and succeeded against all conventional wisdom. Bull realized that these brothers and sisters at arms were natural fighters. "Some fighters are born"  Those lost souls he found to fill the ranks of the Rebels were born fighters. They naturally understood the WAY and were drawn together like sharks to blood.

Bull Looked out at the corporation he built and realized that he had found all his disciples. The next stage was at hand but…… "Where to find more warriors for the cause?"

Instantly Bull knew the answer, "As some fighters are born,… other fighters are made."


On his annual pilgrimage back to his birthplace he went to the Dojo to visit his old master. The Bull put forward a proposition and asked Count Dante for his blessing in establishing a training academy for space pilots based on the Black Dragon Fighting Style.  Juan Dante consented and gave his blessing to the new venture and for the first time since his 21,000 year voyage through the void he ventured once more into space to assist his adopted son in the new venture.

You have found us.

Forget safety. Forget passivity. Forget fear. Learn power and secrets of the fighting arts.





So, if you're looking to get into pvp and want a relaxed environment in which to cut your teeth in, a chance to fly with some cool people and be a part of a growing community, be sure to check us out.



MB.



* introduction was a guest post by Joe Struck

The Crunch

The recent update has arrived and overall I feel the new Minmatar v3 skins are looking sweet. I particularly like the darker colour schemes of the Stiletto, Broadsword, Rapier and especially the Sabre--that thing looks demonic.

The new Jaguar and Wolf also look impressive. However, I'm not completely sold on some of the lighter 'cammo' styles of the Firetail and the Claw, the Firetail looks like it is about to roll out for Operation Desert Storm.

Similarly, the Vagabond doesn't quite look right now with its 'bits' chopped away. It kind of reminds me of when you go to the barbers and ask for a certain cut but the dood takes way too much off and you look like a dork for a few weeks until it grows back. Also, the size of my autocannons have shrunk! It looks like somebody switched out my death-spitting weapons system in the dead of night with a toy set from the Early Learning Centre. I will have to report back on whether or not they start firing water or rubber bullets.

Ah well.

But for me, the best part of this update is the new CRUNCH noise when a ship pops. Has anybody else noticed this? Yeah, yeah I know there are some cool kids out there who don't even know that EVE has sound, bite me. This noise is epic, I love it! I haven't read the patch notes but I'm pretty sure this is a different sound from previous. Has it been sneaked in?


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With recent buffs to the rest of the tech1 combat frigates and with more changes on the way, it has been suggested in some circles that the Rifter has lost some of its muscle, or at least it has been pegged back a few levels by the other challengers. I am still glad to report that I am finding it the best tech1 frigate in my hangar for value, fun and goodfightability (ooh a new word).

Earlier today I was chasing a Dramiel around and eventually managed to land right on top of him. After some careful piloting to negate his escape, (read; smashing the shit out of the approach button with afterburner on fire) I was left with a CRUNCH and a killmail.

I've yet to try the new Incursus but have heard only good things about it. I've fought a few of them in my Rifter and various other boats but apart from losing to one who was in partnership with a Pilgrim I can't think of one I've lost to in a straight fight. It is more of a test now for sure but I'd still take a Rifter over an Incursus. Maybe I will change my mind after giving it a whirl, who knows?


I did try the Merlin recently and was impressed. I went for an afterburner and damage control fit. Most of the fights I found ended up with me getting into blaster range quite easily. I was left with the feeling though that this particular afterburner and blaster fit might be susceptible to being kited quite easily if it came up against the right pilot. Might be worth looking into a mwd fit the next time I buy a Merlin. 


One of the first fights I found in my Merlin was versus another Merlin. Normally I wouldn't have considered this fight worthy of mention as it was quite a disappointing affair, but I had to scratch my head at this guy's fit, the low-slots especially. I was mainly finding really badly fitted Thrashers to fight against but was eventually rewarded with some good fights against a Taranis and then a Hookbill.

So far I feel that these new changes are championing the tech1 frigate field and it can only get better. Here's to more frig fights!

MB.

The Jump Clone Debacle

In the hectic schedule of the cult leader, sometimes messages slip through the net and end up 'clogged' in the system. There were multiple messages flashing up on my console as I returned to office in the early hours of the morning.


Just an FYI MB in case you didn't get my message in corp chat yesterday. I have dropped roles and will be leaving corp in order to get some Jump Clones. I have delayed doing this too long. Why play this game in a semi handcuffed position at least as far as mobility in New Eden is concerned.
I trust you will NOT give me any problems with respect to my return. ~Lhorenzho





Coincidentally, about the same time as I was reviewing my correspondence for the day, the Black Rebel communications systems were in the middle of a technical glitch, a blackout of sorts, and most parts of intel and chat were lost to many members. Panic ensued as access revoked warnings popped up on the member's  individual data screens in their rooms and some pilots even thought for a moment they had been kicked from the roster.

On the public feed, various messages began to circulate.



I've lost access to the forums! What is this?


Hey guys, I've been removed from the forums, what gives?! Am I still in corp!?


Erm, can I have my access back please I was in the... erm, middle of something!


Hey where did the forums go?! I had to login to see if Bull hadn't kicked me for repeated ship spinning violations.


The ever flamboyant and controversial director of R1FTA, Lhorenzho, who was readying his travel bag for his Jump Clone Holiday and temporary absence from his duties, saw it fit to wade in and offer reassurance to his members.




Hey Guys don't feel bad.


I am "On the Outside looking In" as the splendid Little Anthony and the Imperials used to sing. 


I am evidently now considered a blight, a pariah of some kind to my former corpmates in my beloved BRRC. 


I hear the vindictive BULL plans to block all my efforts to rejoin the Rebels once my stint with Estel Arador is complete. 
(I HAD to leave my dear cultist Boss as I need Jump Clones! How else can I blindly follow you all over this great Universe.)


Only the Bull can, as Flavius said in Julius Ceasar, "soar above the view of men and keep us all in servile fearfulness"
(I left to BETTER serve you dear BULL)


I am currently incommunicado.  


My access to the forums GONE. 
My company issued credit cards CANCELLED! 
My Rebel communication device neutralized and is now non functional. 
Hangar access and all registration papers to my uber expensive world class collection of ships have been revoked. 
My old quarters, I have been told by my mole, are now occupied by an ungrateful and wily young femme fatale who used my benign infatuation for her (platonic) against me and now has all my possessions under her control.
Why Lao?? 


NO ONE has been more loyal to this corporation. 
My entire sense of self worth is inextricably intertwined with this corporate entitiy. 
I have been told that part of the problem is that I have been too "vocal" in my comments to the great and powerful KAEDA MAXWELL! 


There may be some truth to that statement, but I felt compelled to speak up or risk having this administrative profit driven juggernaut that is Kaeda Maxwell, completely swallow up our corporation. 
His ambition, as many of you will soon realize knows no bounds. 


The ungrateful Miura Bull foments intense feelings of ambivalence in me! 


I love the kid and I hate the kid. 
He has turned his back on me. There can be no mistake about that. I am under no illusions that he will EVER let me back into the BRRC. Apparently, my run as Corporate Jester is over. 
This Payaso as they say in spanish can no longer effectively elicit belly laughs from corporate bigwigs and has been handed his floppy clown hat and shown the door. 


SO BE IT! There are many options an aging, gout riddled, colostomy bag wearing, scoliosis suffering senior citizen can exercise! 


I am a survivor BULL!!! 
With any luck, I can approach my beloved WAFFLES for re-instatement to their PvP colossus. 
I still have some friends over there and I am sure some of them will still take my calls!

Now, I had been called away on some urgent business over at the Interstellar Cultist Convention that was taking place over in Placid and did not have time to respond to the messages now building up in my inbox and on our public data feed. This was seen by the ever disruptive Lhorenzho as an act of ignorant silence.






The silence of my leader during this my most trying time of desolation and acute isolation is the deepest cut of all.


Someone once said......"Like flies to wanton boys, are we to the Gods, they kill us for their sport"


A GOD, in whatever realm can kill both the body AND the spirit. Is the death of one to be preferred over the other?


My spirit is vanquished, driven to that sorry state by the BULL's attitude of overwhelming indifference to my current condition in New Eden.


Yes, he may be busy, hustling and bustling about as he attends to his administrative duties, but life has priorities. 
The mental health of your trusted corp of Directors must be maintained. 


Is an accord with Eve Uni of such monumental importance that all else is subordinated?


Are the machinations and intrigue found at the table of diplomacy so intoxicating that they compel one to let such affairs of state diminish and delegitimize the insult felt by a loyal servant at being discarded as so much flotsam? 


Are the furtive, approving glances of Unista leadership at a conference where the stench of appeasement wafts through the air worth inflicting continuing anguish on a trusted and loyal subject?


EVE uni can wait! 


I WANT RESPECT!


The great BULL, once bristled with anger and indignation at the mere inference that he was not the equal of other renowned men of power in New Eden. 


The GODS OF EVE we called them. 


I am NOT a lesser God he bellowed!!


We, his minions, felt compelled to assuage his gargantuan bruised ego and loudly proclaimed to the heavens by way of our collective voices, a cacophonous roar of sycophantic trumpeting that left no doubt the depth and breadth of our undying devotion and adoration to his inspired leadership. 


Such are the emotions and motivational power that can be marshalled by those skilled in the art of the CULT.


I recall, how we as one, proudly raised our voices and yelled as if our very existence depended on it, "YOU ARE A GOD MIURA BULL!"


We accorded the mighty BULL his fine measure of RESPECT! 


Does not this embellished act of loyalty not warrant at the least a glance or a few words of comfort from he who we hold in such regard, who I hold in such regard? 


One word may suffice. Can you not utter one word?


Why the heartless prolongongation of the mental torment of your trusted director?

Give me peace of mind dear BOSS. 


Blunt my pain and assuage MY ego dear friend. 


I NEED TO KNOW IF I WILL BE WELCOME BACK TO THE BLACK REBEL RIFTER CLUB!!





This was turning into an interesting saga. Lhorenzho, the director with the opinion, the loud voice in a room of loud voices, once my trusted and loyal advisor, my henchman and spokesperson at times of need, what was he doing? Was he turning the screw in an attempt to spring some sort of favour towards a coup? After all, he had talked about his plans so openly in the past.

Would it be possible now to even consider that the office that Lhorenzho once adorned with his self-portraits and other self-gratifying paraphernalia be opened again? Could he once again sit in that black leather executive office chair of his? Could he be trusted again?

A few hours later one of my associates alerted me to an article that was doing the rounds on the local neocoms, it was from the New Eden Business Journal. I could not believe my eyes.



New Eden  Business Journal


WHEN  MESSIANIC LEADERSHIP FALTERS.


Bix Bixley - correspondent


A celebrated leader has come under fire for his apparent failure to anticipate the effects of his proposed efforts to reconfigure a New Eden corporate entity long known for its loose internal structure. 


Miura Bull, one of the sectors most recognizable pirate Icons, and long known as a figure whose management style relied heavily on unquestioned devotion from a corporate demographic notable for its youthful exuberance and abhorrence of heavy handed management techniques,has experienced an unprecedented pushback by factions within his organization who are resisting his efforts to effect change.

The more tradition minded elements within The BLACK REBEL RIFTER CLUB (R1FTA) are urging MB (a term of endearment reserved for his cronys) to consider maintaining at least a semblance of contemporary management methodologies based on a fiat of corporate bylaws. 


Many of the opponents of the proposed sweeping changes spoke passionately as they detailed their concerns regarding Miura Bull’s bold initiatives, which many feel will destroy a corporate milieu that has not been successfully implemented or duplicated in any other organization.


The Black Rebel Rifter Club, an organization formed over a year ago by “Da Bull”, as he is affectionately called, prides itself on living and operating by a “do your own thing” philosophy that resonates deeply with the membership.  


“We have something unique going here!” stated a senior corporate director who chose to remain anonymous.


“There is no reason to trifle with what has already proven to be a winning formula! I am not one of the “kids” by any means but I can identify with their desire to maintain our current system as it makes it easy to cater to each members comfort zone." 


Da Bull has to realize that any changes are going to move us away from the sweet spot and I fear Miura is going to get some real complaints coming his way. I hope he reconsiders. 


I won’t mention any names but there are some overly aggressive capitalist types in our organization that I fear are having an undue influence on our leader! 


These guys are pushing expansion and they don’t care if the growth destroys the current configuration, which I might add has been very successful!”




Although most of the directors in the company were understandably reticent to comment, we were able to elicit some more substantial opinions from a former director who has since left the Black Rebels. 




Lhorenzho, a former active director and self proclaimed right hand man of Miura Bull, who is currently a member of the Estel Arador corporation was able to provide some additional feedback. In the interest of full disclosure we must add that he did insist on a guarantee that his comments would be protected under current whistleblower legislation.

After some initial negotiation in the presence of legal counsel, Lhorenzho did provide much needed background data and particularily telling were his insights into the persona that is Miura Bull.


"Look, I am by no means going to soft peddle this shit. Miura Bull, as anyone who has ever dealt with him closely will tell you is no angel. He is a force of nature. Devilishly intriquing and at once both menacing and charming.
But, understand, he is first and foremost a pirate and a damn good one, but he clearly prized blowing ships up over spending a couple of hours doing some basic research. 
Seriously, the developments that we find here could easily have been avoided by just a cursory glance at some basic books on business fundamentals. This crap is classic textbook case study shit straight from the old Stanford or Harvard business schools. The age old dilemna of explosive growth colliding with conflicting visions of where a company should be steered!
You fucked it up MB! Look, you may have heard that some of my critics are alleging that I am bitter and that I am jealous and that I was forced out by Da Bull for conduct unbecoming and I am here to tell you that those allegations are untrue. I still love that kid, but I will be damned if I will compromise my beliefs and alter my modus operandi to suit his sometimes chaotic business practices! I WON"T do it! One of the young pups in the corporation I am currently in overheard some of my recorded statements and said I was JELLY, which I believe is some quaint vernacular that intimates I am jealous of Da Bull. That is simply not true! That Rebel company is a powder keg in its current state, but if anyone can turn the situation around and make a go of it I would have to say its MB. We will see won't we?"


These comments as expressed by "Lhorenzho" were similiar to comments made by many who were inspired to come forward and speak.
Miura Bull has been accused of being a cultist and it is not difficult to appreciate why such claims take root!
Many great companies have inspirational and visionary leaders as their developmental catalysts.


Miura Bull has done this before.


This is in essence the second rendition of the organization. 


There was an earlier version of the BRRC started by Miura Bull which records indicate operated from 4/17/2010 to 9/14/2010. 


This initial foray into corporate creation and management by The Bull was apparently not successful and was closed without explanation by the mysterious pirate entrepreneur. 


No one has ever been able to discern with certainty the reason for this closure although there is no shortage of speculation.

Rumors, as yet unsubstantiated have hinted at issues with drugs and also raised the specter that a multitude of payoffs to women to silence their allegations that Da Bull had fathered  a  brood of illegitimate children, all contributed to the financial compromise of the initial Black Rebel Rifter Club, resulting in its disbanding in late 2010.




Subsequent to the failure of BRRC 1.0, Miura Bull, according to Empire records, sought and found refuge in a variety of New Eden companies, to include Blackwater USA and a relatively short stint with the controversial GUNPOINT DIPLOMACY group, led by Sard Caid, a well-known capsuleer in his own right who has garnered some notoriety in recent times for operating a successful New Eden TV stream that focuses primarily on Player versus Player combat. 




This divulging of sensitive information to local media sources was a damning and cold betrayal. I slammed my fist down hard on my desk. I take a couple of days away from the grind and mixed together with a glitch in the comms system and this is how I am thanked. I had to think fast, what sort of fitting punishment could be handed down?

This was not the first time Lhorenzho had embarrassed his leader. I remember with angst sometime earlier in the year when challenged by Lhorenzho to a solo kills competition for the month, watching with disgust as he went about murdering every cyno ship in New Eden he could lay his grubby hands on. He had very cleverly laid down a challenge that he simply could not lose, such was the abundance of his chosen target for the month. My disdain for the practice of easy cyno kills and the way he had gone about engineering his victory and then flaunting it so brazenly in my face filled me with hate. Revenge had been on my lips now for some time, and right now in my office, as I studied the information in front of me, I could taste it.

The corporate neocom blinked.




Reinstatement please.


Gentleman I am ready to come back. Please process my re-entry to corp. AND......don't give me no fucking bullshit!




In a rage of fury I threw my fist smack into the middle of the neocom screen. The bastard! This was getting sinister, what kind of evil plan was this madman hatching now? Was I just paranoid or did I have reason to fear the way this sycophant was playing his little game? I did not want to let him back in. Or should I? I was torn..... I wanted revenge and some form of token embarrassment planted firmly on Lhorenzho's smug shoulders.

I decided there and then on the introduction of a corporate oath, that all new members and former members returning should take before admittance into the ranks. A short ceremony where the applicant swore by this oath on bended knee would also be implemented into the new application process.


In the presence of this Black Jacket, which represents our Leader, I swear to devote all my energies and my strength to the saviour of our Corporation, the almighty and powerful Miura Bull. My words will never be against Him and my love for him will remain Loyal. I am willing and ready to give up my clone for him, so help me God.


And with that, with thanks to Lhorenzho, the R1FTA Oath was passed into corporate law. I await his fealty on his returning to corp.



MB.