They call me a ganker. A butcher of barges. A nightmare in the overview.
I prefer the term “Corrector of Highsec.”
This is not your EVE. This is the New Order’s domain — and I am its enforcer. I don’t care about your ore, your fit, your yield. If you're not Code-compliant, you're already dead. You just haven’t exploded yet.
I run Vintage Chicken Rage Quit, a corp with one purpose: To bring fear back to the belts. To remind carebears who owns this space. To turn CONCORD response time into an art form.