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Rapid Withdrawal (RDRAW) is a part of the Pen Is Out alliance (WANGS). We live in lowsec. We kill things.

So look... I could spend the next few paragraphs blowing smoke up your pod exhaust about how great we are and how we'll promise you everything that Eve has to offer and how all your wildest dreams will be fulfilled. (Hell, read every other ad if you want that stuff.) Go look us up on zkillboard if you want to see what we do every day.

Anyway, let's deal in truth and reality. Rapid Withdrawal is a bunch of guys of all skill levels (and skillpoint levels; yes, there is a difference) who log in regularly and explode other people's ships. RDRAW has been around for more than three years and we've gone from a small band of guys being a nuisance in frigates, to a much larger crew of guys flying the largest ships the game has to offer.

We love taking newbros and training them into fighting machines.
We are an Alpha Clone friendly corp and alliance
We also love bittervets who want to talk about the good ole days of no skill queues while pressing more buttons than F1.
We accept guys who signed up for some Utopian dream corporation only to find out that it was 5 guys and their 60 alts and they are all on hiatus playing some other game.

What we ask?
1. no drama
2. be active
3. be able to handle cursing and sophomoric jokes
4. commit to being a better combat pilot

That's it. Drop us a line in game and let's go kill something together.
Public Channel = Rapid Withdrawal Bar & Grill

" The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

Recruiting Open!

"Of course I'm not happy! Look at me, I'm a big fat slob. I've got bigger ******* than you do. I've got more chins than a Chinese phonebook. I've not seen my willie in two years, which is long enough to declare it legally dead."

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"Yes, probably a vagrant slept in the car. Or maybe just used it as a toilet and moved on."

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"I found that if you have a goal, that you might not reach it. But if you don't have one, then you are never disappointed. And I gotta tell ya... it feels phenomenal."

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"Go ahead, make your jokes, Mr. Jokey... Joke-maker. But let me hit you with some knowledge. Quit now. Save yourself the embarrassment of losing with these losers in Las Vegas, La Fleur."

Recruiting is Open !!

"Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but two things, right now: Jack and ****... and Jack left town."

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"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."

Recruiting Is Open .......

"The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you."

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Woman... woe-man... whoooa-man. She was a thief, you gotta believe, she stole my heart and my cat. Betty, Judy, Josie and those hot Pussycats... they make me horny, Saturday morny... girls of cartoo-ins will leave me in ruins... I want to to be Betty's Barney. Hey Jane... get me off this crazy thing... called love.

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