Piechart Economics I

This is piechart economics, live from Metropolis tonight, bringing you the latest updates in market trends:

Minmatar Fuel Blocks have increased 42% in price in the last three weeks.

'The ice is going to disappear! Buy all the fuel you can!'
- unidentified passer-by in the local trade hub.

This was piechart economics, live from Metropolis, have a nice flight.

The loud ones hear nothing

  An angel flew by in the shape of a demon, ready to unleash his fury upon us. But our stance did not anger the angel, instead it earned us his mercy.

  The angel quietly faded into the void, a simple whisper announced his departure. The angel has bestown a gift of kindness upon us, a gift of knowledge.

  A new future has been unlocked.

Solar Works - excerpt II

I like to equip my Executioners with autocannons, it adds a machine touch to them. They are useful ships for certain purposes but in most cases they are not as good as a Slasher. Amarrian ships don't resemble anything functional, they are like beautiful sculptures. I am a sebiestor, the mechanism is my passion, the working process, the sistematical efficiency and the ingenious alternative. This is the true beauty of matari ships; pure efficiency and rawness without waste of resources. Essence over appearance. We beat the amarr at their own game: if there is a god to be pleased, a god that demands attention and obedience, it most certainly demands efficiency flaunted through ruthlessness wielded in his name. All else is triviality, it is narcissism and self-embezzlement as the wearer steals himself of precious resources that should be wielded in the name of god. A proud god who demands the reclamation of the star cluster certainly cares not for menial things like the beauty of shapes to the minds of humans, his own shape and complexity is far beyond our comprehension and humbled we must be in his service. We must repress and leash our bestial creations and touch only the work of his rational mind. Such powerful god demands only proficiency, diligence, vigilance. Anything else insults him. We proved this when we rebelled. The amarrian god, displeased with their slack, abandoned them to their own fate and we crushed them. Their own efforts into enslaving us to "better serve god" were the catalyst to the forging of a culture far better suited to the requirements of divine service. It is now left to us matari to punish the amarrian and drive them back into their position of apprentices, in the name of righteousness and light and reason. Faith demands vigilance, ever present self-questioning, otherwise it leads you to dark roads. The amarr have faltered in these demands and launched themselves into a bottomless pit, unless they learn from us and repair their mistakes, they will be destroyed.

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 Excerpt from Havoc Lamperouge's current work. A novel about his adventures in New Eden. All rights reserved.