Just read this article on Kotaku about "Burn Jita!"
EVE really is a fascinating place...
The thumbnail for the video... new corp logo right there! :lol:
Probably find Heston Blumenthal is cooking all his pies this way soon.
Just found this on Kotaku:
I had no idea EVE had a Space Pope, but bizarrely it doesn't surprise me as much as it should. It just serves to highlight the incredible player lead environment CCP has created.
Although given that he claims to be responsible for inspiring the death of the Holy Empress Jamyl perhaps even mentioning his name here is heresy in the extreme...
But anyone who comes out with quotes like:
'Go forth and spread thy love. And, by love, I mean lasers.'
... can't be all bad, right?
Indeed, thank you Tak for the blood, sweat, tears and soul you have poured into this community over the years. It would not be the place it is (or possibly even here!) today without you.
Of course, I will more than likely be having the following conversation with myself:
Should I never find it again, know that it has been a pleasure to chat and serve with you all
Far away in Tirisfal Cabot was troubled. He often came to the old ruined chapel to gather his thoughts, and he needed it now more than ever. An uneasy feeling had been nagging him ever since the Council of Nagarash had first proposed the alliance. The whole idea had seemed ludicrous - a priest of The Light marrying a dark witch for goodness' sake! Maybe they really did seek a better path, but he suspected otherwise. Still, The Light does work in mysterious ways, and what better way to keep an eye on the agents of darkness. It was a bold move, and a risky one for all the Praetoria. He had carefully selected the Praetoria's agent in the exchange from among his most trusted advisors. Hiera was strong, she would not be turned to darkness... and yet lately her reports had become less frequent.
The warlock Shiryou troubled him too. He was a wild card, with much anger and bitterness to the world in general. Perhaps allowing him into the Praetoria was tempting fate. Then again, old sayings were there for a reason, and his watchword for the last month or so had been: "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
Cabot lay back on the pew and closed his eyes in meditation. Within seconds it began. A demon, an unnatural blend of rock and fire, stood tall before a small hamlet. He knew with horror what would happen, and yet was powerless to stop it. The demon surged forward, ravaging all in its path. Houses were tossed aside like dirt, their burning wreckage scattered to the winds. Up on the hill the demon's master revelled in the destruction, his maniacal cackling carried away by the wind...
Cabot leapt to his feet. Visions were never without purpose. The demon's master was familiar... all too familiar... and yet he couldn't quite place him. Who? Where? When would they strike? Seizing his staff he strode towards his steed. The orb glowed as he murmured incantations of communication. The time of reckoning had come. The Praetoria must be rallied to unearth this scheme and stop this reckless evil!