The Yeast Inspectors are a social corporation for pilots who want to enjoy EVE without turning it into unpaid labour.
We are primarily AU and Asian timezone friendly, and we are looking for people who want to hang out on comms, roam, get blown up, blow other people up, make bad decisions with confidence, and treat New Eden with the exact dignity it deserves, which is none.
What you can expect from us:
- social first culture
- casual PvP and roams
- a relaxed group that does not take itself seriously
- new player friendly environment
- returning players, veterans, confused alphas, and total weirdos all welcome
- a corporation where being good value on comms matters more than being a perfect pilot
What we are not:
- elitists
- killboard worshippers
- joyless optimisers
- mandatory fun administrators
- a place where everything needs to feel like a second job
If you want a corporation with a bit of chaos, a bit of camaraderie, and a healthy respect for nonsense, you may be in the right place.
Now, for those requiring the sacred context.
The Yeast Inspectors were founded in Caldari space by a small group of STI clinicians, bakers, and other highly suspect professionals. During what should have been a routine brothel caf\xe9 inspection, the founding inspectors discovered a rare and highly sentient yeast strain. Through its bubbling wisdom, they learned the hidden truths of the universe, the weakness of the unleavened, and several tactical lessons of highly questionable value.
Then came disaster.
An outbreak of space crabs silenced the yeast before its teachings could be fully understood. Since that dark day, the Yeast Inspectors have roamed New Eden in search of lost ferment, divine revelation, righteous spoilage, and targets of opportunity. Some call this a holy mission. Others call it a long chain of avoidable incidents.
Both are correct.
Today, the Yeast Inspectors continue the eternal inspection. We socialise. We undock. We explode. We occasionally achieve something that can be reclassified as success. We honour the risen dough, reject the dry and faithless ways of the unleavened, and maintain a firm commitment to Amarr flavoured religious insanity, false grandeur, and deeply unserious roleplay.
If that sounds like your kind of corporation, then present yourself for inspection.
Praise be to the risen dough.
Spoilage to the unbeliever.
Death to the unleavened.