Intergalactic Summit

The Amarr Empire is often thought of as a monolithic entity, where fun is not allowed to occur, policed by religious authorities keen to crack down on any kind of enjoyment.

Gutter Press investigators and correspondents have revealed that fun does indeed occur in Amarr space, although it is hidden.

A discussion in the capsuleer channel "The Summit", regarding a recent fashion relief effort to send stylish Luminaire clothing to the needy people in Pator, provoked several comments from Amarr pilots, including one from a famous Crusade pilot who said that Gallente synth-feather lingerie was "very comfortable", but then denied owning any.

Meanwhile, during a recent action against the infamous terrorist Nauplius, several Stormcrows corporation pilots reported seeing an unidentified imperial Admiral personally rescuing exotic dancers from one of the wrecks. Presumably to serve in the notorious secret dance clubs of the Empire, where ladies dance with their modesty covered only by passages from scripture.

We asked some people for their opinions:

"Before the militia wars, Amarr was one of our biggest markets for exotic nightwear", said one manufacturer. "Roden should make peace with them, so we can get back to business"

"I thought Amarrians were allergic to fun", said one Gallente exotic dancer in Caille.

"Gallente know nothing about subtlety", said an Amarr exotic dancer in Dam-Torsad. "Time and a place for everything"

"Gallente exotic clothing is mostly bought by theatrical companies", said a Ni-Kunni shopkeeper.

Are the Federation and Empire more similar than most people realise ? Can Roden impose a peace settlement on the Empire ?

Gutter Press will search for answers to these, important, questions.

Service is its own reward.

Hehe, "service".

Worst. Strip club. Ever.

Then comes the "baptism". Amen, Amarr Victor!

As much as I'd like to make a sarcastic remark here, I must agree with Pilot Shutaq. We shouldn't make light of the torment visited upon Nauplius' victims. I hope that one day they may be healed so that they can have some semblance of a normal life.

*** VIDEO TRANSMISSION BEGINS ***

Mitara sits at a desk looking into the camera, she doesn't look particularly happy. Not much detail can be made of the room other than an abundance of sunlight streaming through many large windows, though it sounds there is a man giggling off camera.

"Forthestate." Mitara says quickly and reaches for the video controls.

The giggling continues, "Hey! Slow that down now!"

Mitara grinds her jaw back and forth a few times and spits out curtly "For. The. State." Her eyes dart to the source of the increased chuckling and her expression asks 'Satisfied?'

Mitara stabs at the video controls

*** TRANSMISSION ENDS ***

Hey, I will have you know that I keep my debau....err private matters private.

Not every Amarr participates, let alone endorses, debauchery. There is more to life than meaningless pursuits.

As far as we are concerned, as a culture, private matters are to be kept private, where they belong. In the public eye, they become worthless. Your private business is none of our concern.

Privacy is the only thing someone can truly cherish as their own and only theirs inherently.

When you lose your privacy, you lose your right to be you. And when you voluntarily lose your privacy, you show indication of a lack of intelligence or regard for your own humanity.

This is why the Amarr are so offended by scandals.

Anything sensitive, personal and you rather be keeping to yourself and to a select circle is private. For example your terrible poetry, your mother's embarrassing moments and your personal mausoleum of skeletons.