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Violence. Cosmology's past is full of violence. Unfortunately most of it was perpetrated against Cosmology, itself. Fortunately, the corporation has entered a new evolution which thrives on murder and destruction.

If you're interested in violence and committing all manner of heinous crimes in space then Cosmology might be the place for you.

Exploration. Curiosity is what drives us forward (as well as natural selection, but let's not split hairs). It pushes us to go beyond what we're comfortable with. That forward momentum is achieved through exploration and either crushes us beneath a merciless heel or lifts us up to incredible heights. In your explorations of w-space you may also be fortunate enough to encounter Bob, the almighty.

Bumping this even though I have about 12.3 SP, and I am about 30 days from T3's or HAC's (10 days to fly, 20 or so before I consider myself competent). Not sure why, I am bumping. Maybe because there are so few wormholers ads and I like to see more of them.

Buts to Nuts Bump

Wormholes. Bob's holey space. Everyone has seen pictures describing the differences between the various areas of space with w-space being a scene from Mad Max. If you've never lived in Anoikis then I cannot tell you just how accurate that description is. The closest I can come is to call it near total pandemonium. Despite the hellish levels of chaos we wormholers have devised ways of manipulating and exploiting these vast unknown regions. All hail Bob.

Tight, quivering holes, here! Tight quivering holes. Get'em while they're fresh!

I know how you feel. Like a minnow dropped into a great, heaving ocean you cannot begin to fathom the environment you're in. The solitude is crushing, despite the limitless expanse stretching away from you in all directions.

Allow me to introduce you to wormhole space. Anoikis, should you ever find yourself there, takes the feelings of solitude and turns them into nightmarish despair. The god of w-space sends creeping loneliness to gnaw at the base of your skull, ever so slowly eroding whatever semblance of sanity drove you to pass through that virgin portal into the realms of chaos.

Just as you bring yourself to accept the fact that you are alone here and that this system is your own to do with as you please someone will decloak and turn your ship into a smoking ruin. The truth is far more horrifying than what you are lulled into believing: in Anoikis you are never alone. Never.

Nobody reads this far down on recruitment threads. I can almost say whatever I want here. Of course as soon as I do that it will come back to bite me so I'd better not.

Need Moar Bodies.

Bob wants you for w-space!

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