Jita Park Speakers Corner

Is the revolution at hand? Because I hope the revolution is at hand.

Yes revolt Goonsheep and kill your evil overlord. While you are there could you finish off the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.

Oh help I did not properly proof read this post.

You are crazy if you think my nullsec production vanity altcorp is actually for vote whoring and that all of those characters in it are on separate accounts, SirMille is on the same account as my main.

Your crazy has reminded me to sub the one character in my altcorp that is actually ubsubbed. I'd forgotten about Trykkian, my maelstrom pilot that has been sitting unsubbed in B-D since the Cloud Ring campaign. I think I'll go on more alphafleet ops and 24 hours from now Mittens gets another vote from me thanks to you. :D

Or also proof-read

If you are going to correct me please do it right.

Yeah actually the "their" I wrote, I thought was worse than the Your.

You could also add a comma after "Yeah" and drop the one after "wrote."

Goonsheep more like Goonshep.

(I'm sorry.)

You are actually very very wrong in this estimate.

Check Darius Jonson presentation from eve fanfest 2009 alliance panel. In it he reveals the actual number of players in the alliance.

I voted theMittani freely, of my own 'ow' volition.

As members of the CFC we are all of course
allowed to vote 'ow ow ok ok I'm reading it!' a
we please. I considered all the candidates on
their merits, and there were some very good
ones. I considered as I was free to vote as I
pleased going with Riverini as he argued so
coherently his well thought out manifesto on
Eve-radio. In my mind the matter was all but
settled, Riverini said I like makey a pants down,
and that was enough for me.

Then something truly tremendous happened.

The night before voting began, theMittani
came to me in a dream: the winged vision of
Mittens decended out of a pair of etheric gates,
his golden mane iridescent with a polychromatic
light which swirled and glittered all about him
In his left hand he held a crucible from which
poured nebulae with engine trails, in his right
sat an oracle within a swirling tornado. At his
feet cowered the other candidates wailing
they looked small, diminutive and without an
element of colour. As his white wings spread out
he glided toward me, as if carried by some might
force, and he reached out towards me.

Over the roaring trumpets, pipes and lutes of the angelic
chorus; the thunder and the distant call of songbird
I could just make out a voice. A voice; neither hard
nor soft, a voice infinitely kind and wise. It said 'High
only you know what is right, in your heart.'

Sadly moments later he was gone and I was left alone
just one small insignificant man in what will forever
after be a small world. I woke, and ran immediately to
the local vicarage. I told my pastor the story and he smile
at me, bringing forth a battered tome from within his robes
'These are the gospels of the Apocryphon' he told me
proceeding to show me account after account of visions
revelations of the divines through the ages precisely as
mine had been. He held my shoulder and told me he had
just voted for theMitttani for CSM 2012 himself and bade me
go and do what is right.

Against all that, what can democracy ever really mean?
As I clicked vote, submitted my dna sample, and signed the
contract delivering my unborn children to Mittens care, I
remembered the vision and smiled.

People often ask me why I have a monocle. Well I hit my head
on a doorknob and it stuck in. Others ask about the scar, and
why I'm a corpse. I slipped you see, I guess I'm just clumsy.

To say CFC members weren't free to vote as they pleased is
a fa, a fal 'ow ok but I can't read what it says, no please I did
as you said, I just want to go home, no no! not the pony, anything
but the aaargh...............................................