Like unto gods are we Capsuleers in the eyes of the planet bound masses of humanity. We are powerful, dangerous, capricious and ultimately detatched from what most of our race would call reality. We live apart; our lives, loves and ambitions grander, more noble and impressive. Yet still we are plagued by all of humanity's ills and they are on a scale terrible to envisage and all too often monsterous in outcome.

It takes a special person to join the ranks of the Capsuleers. It takes a veritable Saint to retain honour, fairness and the willingness to take the perspective of the common man once that step to virtual godhood has been taken.

I have tried but in the end I am no Saint.

"Heaven knows where I'll end up - but it's a safe bet that I'll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be."

~H. P. Lovecraft; Olde Earth author, date and providence unknown