Intergalactic Summit

Who's going to rescue this distressed damsel?

-Eran

How serendipitous! The oddest thing happened to me the other day. I was enjoying a drink in an underground bar in one of the Tash-Murkon Family stations, and this fellow suggested I might like a new Inatooki underwear model review at a pad he had out in some secure, undisclosed location. I was a bit concerned about security, but he insisted the Cartel had everything covered, so I thought, you know, why not?

Not much later, I was enjoying another drink watching an Intikitoki shake his assets, which were quite formidable, when all of a sudden, you know, sirens and flashing lights, and I thought "this eerily familiar in some strange way."

Well, one thing led to another and it was all rush, rush, rush into a cramped little space. Now, I assure you that I took full advantage of that space. Loud noises and violent shaking of a particular character made me think: hmmm... Golem. Then it was all quiet. All right, then, that was fortunate, I'll just grab a little more ass and, you know, signal the lads in the Falcon for a discrete pickup.

Then, suddenly, there was a thump, and I thought, "Oh, dear Lord, I'm going to get matriculated and sent to a snake people wormhole."

No, actually, I was sold into slavery by that fellow from the 24th Crusade. A might bit inconvenient. The purchasing individual thought it was all very amusing, and insisted that, well, he had the paperwork and so I should do the dishes. There I was, scrubbing plates in some rundown dump of a palace wondering why the boys were late, when finally the growling started. Oh, I'd never been so happy to see Caldari Graduate Ninja pop out of nowhere!

Moreover, I never knew my lycanthropic Sebiestor bunny boys had such appetites!

Now, according to my attorneys, because I recovered my own papers, along with a few extra, and my previous employer was placed, after a few hours, into several little plastic baggies which were appropriately deposited in suitably marked chutes, although not technically free, yet, I am at least my own owner. And I have a new Inatuk underwear model! And some DNA samples, of course.

It is just so much more fun being an Amarrian. Really, I don't know why more people don't try it.

Either you are insane, one of the most radical over-looked heretics of all time, or a psychopath who hides her agenda marvelously. No wonder there are such wrong assumptions about the Amarr. It is people like you that give such wrong ideas out to those who know not of the Empire.

To the topic at hand, is Kruul a capsuleer?

That was my assumption, although I had allowed for the unlikely possibility of a lot of bizarre people with the same name doing similar actions.

However, I concur. Rather pathetic really.

My plan to evade one halfwit's block filter continues to perform brilliantly! I... oh, while I have you around for ridicule, nitwit, I've said more about Matar in a week than your playpen of pretentious ostensibly primate playmates has managed it its entire, talentles existence. What's up with that, Angry Ferret Girl?

Ferrets! Musteloidea!

Annie, you beautiful little idiot! You won't understand why even when you pretend not to read it, but you've provided a missing link in the artificial evolution of slaver hounds and a potential explanation for magnetic sense processing in lycanthropic Sebiestor bunny boys!

Your insipid, overwrought paean was naught? You sell yourself short, sugar muffin.

As for Gradient, you have provided yet another opportunity for me to ridicule them, for which I should properly be grateful. What's the deal, dolls? Is the Cluster's most pretentious band of overrated halfwits really incapable of providing more insight into Matari history than "we have none, it was stolen from us, boohoo, nous sommes les shifting sand?"

The Lady Noh can be described as many things, but her intelligence and artistry is unquestionable. She is also highly creative and possessed of powerful drive. I think that asking her to prove herself by trial of combat is to delegitimize those fields outside of war.

The Lady is a sculptor of a most curious clay.

With due respect, Lord Draconis, very little of consequence happens on the Summit. I commend you in pursuing more valuable ventures elsewhere.

Schere, darling, you say the sweetest things. Fortunately, I saw it just in time, and managed to pull back in favor of contributing on a more positive note. In fact, I will reveal a little bit of The Game:

What I believe the "vicroy" is not appreciating is the fact that adversity can provoke an organism into expressing new traits. For example, a Certain Corporation might conceivably shake off the malaise of, oh, a decade or so, and illuminate a little bit of their own culture.

Grandiose Assertion: my History of Matar does more to expose personality traits of Matari tribes than anything any member of Gradient has ever produced, ever.

It is entirely possible that there is a counter example of which I am not aware.

This would surprise me, but so did the emergence of magnetic sense processing in lycanthropic Sebiestor teenage boys. If someone else is aware of such a thing, they should feel more than welcome to share a link. Doing so would expand understanding of the Matari.

If there is not currently a counter example, that is A Sign that perhaps Mummy Noh is correct about Gradient after all.

However, should Gradient step up to the plate, doing so would expand understanding of the Matari, and my provocations would have achieved a Noble End.

Resorting to random and base insults causes just that.



You and I must have a different opinion on what makes someone "highly intelligent", of which a definition would require an entire debate that honestly I do not care to pursue.



I was referencing the fact that people like this woman make Amarr such as myself have a harder time escaping stereotypes that limit political relations with neutral factions. One must first unweave preconceived notions before progressing, and people like this woman continue to weave them back. I was saying since she was not contributing to the cause in her current venture using empty words, I was giving her an alternative.



Yes, you are right. To deny the fact that she is likely a heretic, fraud, or villain would be to deny reality and do myself a disservice.

If you wish to continue this conversation feel free to send me a mail. I, unfortunately, need to force myself to stop responding publicly, as it is not accomplishing anything.