So, you want to be an ethanol rancher, eh? It’s hard work out ‘ere. Gotta be careful or those Germans next door might just come and pay your ‘lil mining vessel a visit. And not just that! You’ve gotta deal with us out here too, boy. We’ve lost a freighter with a Fortizar in't and a jump freighter, which was intelligently used to place down POS’s. We’ve got the killmails to prove it!
Now, why should you join us? Is it because we’ve got our own Ecuadorian Prince™ who blew hundreds on the aforementioned freighters? God no. Is it our severe lack of a liver replacement program? Probably not.
It’s because you don’t need a liver, boy. Why have a liver when you can have a paranoid alliance, fat stacks of virtual rocks, a bunch of retards who don’t know what they’re doing andincompetent Orca pilots? Those are four sparklin’ lil’ benefits! And hey, What Could Possibly Go Wr0ng?