CorporazioneAttiva
[505K] Nocturnal Arsonists
1 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2025
CEOIlyan ValtovistIndipendenteScheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
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Attività
Cosa vola la corporazione, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
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Battaglie
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Descrizione
We have been led to our slaughter — it is all around us.
The world in which we exist is a protracted death, a sort of economically-sustained limbo in which hearts are permitted to beat only to the extent that they can facilitate the upward stream of capital. The plague of domestication has reached into every wild space, and the lines of empire have crossed us more times than we can count. Every unproductive aspect of the cluster has been flagged for eradication; from the beam-trawled ocean floors to the plowed-over agriworlds and ground-up asteroids, the highest calibers of technology are locked into a perpetual killing spree, chugging along in a monotonous rhythm of death.
We who still have air in our lungs are the living dead, and struggle daily to remember what it feels like to be alive. We roam the desolate architecture of our slaughterhouses like ghosts who feel but cannot quite understand the vapidity of our existence. We have become thoroughly integrated into a system that crushes us on a daily basis, that controls our thoughts and our desires through networks, screens, and implants, and teaches us how to be happy slaves while letting us consider ourselves free because we think we can choose who to kill and what to consume.
The biggest problem we face is understanding that this civilization is already dead.
So why not set some shit on fire?
The world in which we exist is a protracted death, a sort of economically-sustained limbo in which hearts are permitted to beat only to the extent that they can facilitate the upward stream of capital. The plague of domestication has reached into every wild space, and the lines of empire have crossed us more times than we can count. Every unproductive aspect of the cluster has been flagged for eradication; from the beam-trawled ocean floors to the plowed-over agriworlds and ground-up asteroids, the highest calibers of technology are locked into a perpetual killing spree, chugging along in a monotonous rhythm of death.
We who still have air in our lungs are the living dead, and struggle daily to remember what it feels like to be alive. We roam the desolate architecture of our slaughterhouses like ghosts who feel but cannot quite understand the vapidity of our existence. We have become thoroughly integrated into a system that crushes us on a daily basis, that controls our thoughts and our desires through networks, screens, and implants, and teaches us how to be happy slaves while letting us consider ourselves free because we think we can choose who to kill and what to consume.
The biggest problem we face is understanding that this civilization is already dead.
So why not set some shit on fire?