My guess is bacon.

The digital record of that event seems to show most of the strippers managed to escape with the crew in life-pods. Funny that. I'd instead be more worried about the folk you're hiring to crew your ships during the sacrifice sessions, and what they get up to afterward, ah.

Anyway, Mr Nauply sir, for someone who speaks so negatively of fornication I'm left wondering if you've even tried the practice.

And, no, I have not tried fornicating.

And, no, I have not tried fornicating.

[quote=Nauplius]

God chose the Amarr not the Khanid.

The people of the Bleak Lands and Devoid groan under the sins of drunkenness and fornication. The sins of Pleasure Hubs. For in these so-called GÇ£highsec pocketsGÇ¥, comparatively underpopulated by an Empyrean class always on the lookout for CONCORD bounties, Pleasure Hubs are allowed to multiply unchecked, spreading filth and corruption throughout the Ohvarainen and Enka constellations. Tourists and off-duty Marines from across the cluster flock to these vile habitation modules, watching and groping Exotic Dancers while Janitors clean up the mess.

But no longer. For I have waged a brutal week-long war against the foul Pleasure Hubs of the Bleak Lands and Devoid, particularly those marked GÇ£Hidden HideawayGÇ¥, destroying 67 of them. Out of the wreckage, I recovered 670 condemned sinners, both customers and employees:
140 Tourists
170 Marines
90 Janitors
110 Male Exotic Dancers
60 Female Exotic Dancers
All 670 were sacrificed unto a holy and righteous God, along with various other sinners and reprobates collected by me and my associates from jetcans abandoned at border stargates.

Hear thee now the words of almighty God, as reveled through Nauplius, Prophet of God! God has given Pleasure Hubs and anyone found inside them over to destruction. Slaughter the customers and employees of the Pleasure Hubs without mercy and partake of their blood, for GÇö
The blood of the Exotic Dancers shall grant virility;
The blood of the Marines shall grant courage;
The blood of the Tourists shall grant fortune;
The blood of the Janitors shall cleanse your soul of sin and make you worthy of standing before a holy and righteous God.

Thus saith my God and yours. Amen. Amarr Victor.

And, no, I have not tried fornicating.

...And, no, I have not tried fornicating.

And why are none of us shocked by this revelation?

Well be honest, with whom would he have had the opportunity?

Is a shame to learn of the wrecks fate, but I do think we may be onto something Mr Nauply. I suggest next time you encounter one of these pleasure hubs that you engage it with a different kind of weapon, ah. You may well encounter a revelation.

God chose the Amarr not the Khanid.

The moment my big toe crosses the entrance to a Pleasure Hub, I would receive not Revelation but eternal Damnation at the hands of a holy and righteous God.

Are you using boosters, and if so perhaps they are having a negative effect on your psyche?

As a learned Speaker of Truths and former Adjudicator for the Amarr Empire, I formally submit that your heresy is in violation of Imperial law, and punishable by capital means. Those souls that you claim to have saved serve no further purpose than to feed the delusions of your own disillusioned mind.

The weakness of your loyalty to the Empire is quantifiable at a level that even a commoner could calculate. Your name has been submitted to the Imperial courts and your judgement will come. It will be swift.

Nappy. As I have said, appropriate, it's another word for a diaper.

Like a diaper, you are disposable and filled with ****.

Perhaps then you should cut off your toes to spare yourself the risk of damnation.

I thought that SFRIM is supposed to be an Amarrian loyalist organization. Do you actually support the continued pollution of God's holy space with Pleasure Hubs?

The moment my big toe crosses the entrance to a Pleasure Hub, I would receive not Revelation but eternal Damnation at the hands of a holy and righteous God.

Well then I recommend going in head-first instead.

Well be honest, with whom would he have had the opportunity?

Naupy! Your last sacrifice was a million people! Now only only six hundred forty? Tisk tisk, you're starting to slack old timer! God looks unfavorable upon the lazy.

No heaven for you.

Although it would sadden me to undergo prosecution by God's wayward but still Chosen holy Amarr Empire, I would take it as further evidence of the Empire's decline into liberalism. Would the learned Speaker have me leave Pleasure Hubs alone? Even those operated by Sansha's Nation inside "Hidden Hideaways", as are those of Devoid?

I volunteer Diana Kim for the job. They're both so repressed that they squeak when they walk. This would kill two birds with one stone and in the process maybe save countless lives as the act relieves stress and aggression.

Come on Kim-baka. I know how much you love that blue rubber Thorax model you wave around all the time but, just close your eyes and imagine that it's Dear Leader Comrade Heth banging your noggin into the headboard.

The moment my big toe crosses the entrance to a Pleasure Hub, I would receive not Revelation but eternal Damnation at the hands of a holy and righteous God.

Naupy! Your last sacrifice was a million people! Now only only six hundred forty? Tisk tisk, you're starting to slack old timer! God looks unfavorable upon the lazy.

No heaven for you.

Note to self: set up a pleasure hub in Nauppie's name....

I can see it now... "Nauppie's" in big, gaudy neon pink lettering...

No slacking GÇö each of these reprobate sinners had to be recovered from the vacuum of space, moved to temporary holding, and then gathered up together and sacrificed. There was a great opportunity cost to myself in performing these time-consuming actions, for all the while the Amarr Militia has been in so-called T3 or T4 rewards, and had I spent all the time involved in Pleasure Hub operations performing missions for the IC24 instead, I would have earned hundreds of thousands or millions more Loyalty Points than what I have. But on other hand, these Pleasure Hub operations have built up great rewards for me in the storehouses of Paradise, and that is what matters most in the end. Amen. Amarr Victor.

But no longer. For I have waged a brutal week-long war against the foul Pleasure Hubs of the Bleak Lands and Devoid, particularly those marked GÇ£Hidden HideawayGÇ¥.

Hidden Hideaway?
Last I checked, that would mark an illegal settlement in a cosmic anomaly, and correct me if I'm wrong, but most of those in Bleak Lands and Devoid belong to the Blood Raiders.

Are you saying you just caused a sizeable amount of damage to Blood Raider Pleasure Hubs in the Bleaks?
Unless I'm missing something, isn't that a bit of a faux pas in regards to your newly found religious and political association?

God's want followers right? Why not try missionary work instead of a mad man's?

I think Nappy went to the Pleasure Hub to discuss the missionary position with the employees there. Must have failed and needed to compensate.

Hidden Hideaway?
Last I checked, that would mark an illegal settlement in a cosmic anomaly, and correct me if I'm wrong, but most of those in Bleak Lands and Devoid belong to the Blood Raiders.

Are you saying you just caused a sizeable amount of damage to Blood Raider Pleasure Hubs in the Bleaks?
Unless I'm missing something, isn't that a bit of a faux pas in regards to your newly found religious and political association?

How do you feel, Mr Nauplius, when the blood of your victims fall? A spattering, crimson rain upon your feet?

That said, out of respect for fellow followers of the Red God (however mislead), I learned that I could avoid assaulting Blood Raider pilots and only target their Pleasure Hubs...

Which, by your logic hold no Blood Raider pilots at all and are placed in these Hideaways as nice scenery?

Right.

I'm sure mr. Sarikusa will be glad to hear you alone hold the jurisdiction to decide which of his flock are deemed heretical and which aren't. In the meanwhile, keep up the good work and keep blowing up the Sabik.

Oh, and stay out of our territory.

And it shall cater to BDSM and religious role play fetishes.

And there you get to choose whether you want death metal or an angelic choir as your mood music.

Namas Mr Nauplius

I offer you a vaucaalay GÇô a toilet GÇô for you to purge yourself of scripture. Have you not understood anything?

I feel exalted. I feel powerful. I feel closer to God than I have ever been. Do you know the Amarr Scripture that says only when a man is stripped to his very foundations is he closest to God? I now realize that this Scripture, too, has been corrupted by the liberals; the original text meant, "Only when a man has been stripped to his very foundations by being blooded is the man performing the blooding closest to God".

I laugh at those who boast of their own fornication and mock at my lack thereof. In blooding is there pleasure, power, and glory beyond anything you fornicating fools could possibly imagine.

It's such a shame what lengths people are driven to when they discover they can't reliably unholster their laser cannons.

Oh, and stay out of our territory.

And, no, I have not tried fornicating.

Thank

God

Just while we're on the topic...

If what Mr Nauply says is true regarding his disgust at fornication, and he desires to prove to the IGS, with his own god as witness, the very level of devotion he has then perhaps I have the perfect idea for his next sacrifice.

I call on Nauplius to castrate himself in the name of his God and all that he preaches of chastity.

I believe he took care of that already Ms. Dusette.

Your religion is ****** up and stupid and makes zero god damn sense and makes me wonder how the amarrian race even survived with theses ideals

Also Jamly if your reading this, are we still playing chess Friday?

Having read this, I knew what to do. I loaded up some Nova HAMs and flew out to Molden Heath. Looping around the Region, I sought the elusive "Angel Hidden Den", a known signature for Pleasure Hubs. Finally, in the system Heild, I found my prey, an "Angel Hidden Den" and within GÇö two filthy, vile Pleasure Hubs. Pleasure Hubs that I slaughtered without mercy. The survivors GÇö 10 Marines per Pleasure Hub GÇö were brought back to Mehatoor and (along with a few stragglers I forgot to destroy last time) sacrificed unto a holy and righteous God at the hands of my Ashimmu-class SS Bloodletter. As it shall be at the Judgement, so it is now GÇö none is spared the Wrath of a holy and righteous God. Amen. Amarr Victor.

Nauplius, you seem to be under the impression that contemporary Imperial beliefs have a place in the Sani Sabik faith. These pleasure hubs are under the control of the Blood Raiders. Sex, debauchery, drugs, hedonism are not sins under the Red God. Weakness is the cardinal sin. If you're looking for things to blood, I recommend a school or convent in the Empire.
The Empire are the heretics. The Amarr Empire is worthy only of destruction. You're confused at the moment. While you're recognizing the fundamental truth of the Red God, you're theology is a mishmash of nonsensical ramblings and remnants of Orthodox Imperial theology. You've just elevated janitors to the most holy of all creation!

Go to Delve and spend time with the Sabik there. There is an abbey that I can recommend, where I spent a good time learning the faith and the truth of the Red God.
Baring that: take some drugs, sleep around, take some time to spend alone and meditate on the nature and mysteries of the Red God.
I would be happy to meet with you in person and discuss theology in person.

Priestess Sanguina Dieudonne, Order of the Chalice

Also, I certainly don't want to see proof. He can keep that sacrifice record off the IGS.

I feel exalted. I feel powerful. I feel closer to God than I have ever been. Do you know the Amarr Scripture that says only when a man is stripped to his very foundations is he closest to God? I now realize that this Scripture, too, has been corrupted by the liberals; the original text meant, "Only when a man has been stripped to his very foundations by being blooded is the man performing the blooding closest to God".

I laugh at those who boast of their own fornication and mock at my lack thereof. In blooding is there pleasure, power, and glory beyond anything you fornicating fools could possibly imagine.

As a learned Speaker of Truths

I doubt it.

Looks like Mister Nauplius is at it again, being his usual mean self. Why are you so evil Mister Nauplius?!

Looks like Mister Nauplius is at it again, being his usual mean self. Why are you so evil Mister Nauplius?!

The only question is - which colour?

Gold, splattered with Red.

She doesn't mean your colours numbskull - she means hers.

Obeying the commandment of God in the righteous destruction of Pleasure Hubs is the very opposite of evil.

Sacrificing the wicked to a holy and righteous God is the very opposite of evil.

Nappy here has a peculiar hatred of nipples, and thinks that God does too. That's why.

As opposed to just, you know... revealing himself to everybody and speaking to them and Reclaiming them in person, which considering that he's attributed with creating the whole universe seems like it would be trivial - if God can do anything, then anything he's done once, he can do again as many times as necessary, right?

I.... what? Hatred of.... what?

Where's the phenethylaminal...

Don't listen to them. Nipples are just a body part, created by God like other body parts. It is only when they are put to use in Pleasure Hubs that sin is committed.

God could do as you describe, but perhaps His current plan gives greater glory to Himself in the long run than merely snapping his fingers and making it so. I have repeatedly speculated that this is is why God has allowed the Minmatar Republic to rebel for a season GÇö so that God may make His glory and His power known by brutally, savagely crushing it at some point in the future. This is how God dealt with Molok the Deceiver GÇö He could have simply annihilated Molok a millisecond after He rebelled, but O how much more was God glorified in using Amash-Akura the way that He did.

What if the "client" wants his "Employee" to pretend his a baby, so his "Employee" will breast feed him


I mean...thats normal use for nipples, breast feeding!

Nappy here has a peculiar hatred of nipples, and thinks that God does too. That's why.

Also, what Stitcher said about your twisted deity.

So let me see if I have this right Nauplius; an entire portion of humanity, us Matari, were created by your deity as nothing more than cannon fodder, to be used as living object lessons? We were brought into existence solely so you slavers could kill us?

Interesting. Well, if that's the case there's really no reason not to keep fighting your people and taking as many with me as possible since I'm "given to destruction" anyway, right? If I'm going to die anyway far better to do so on my own terms at a time of my choosing and to kill as many Amarr/Khanid/Ammatar as possible than to die gasping for air in a jettisoned cargo container.

Don't listen to them. Nipples are just a body part, created by God like other body parts. It is only when they are put to use in Pleasure Hubs that sin is committed.

All that said, you may still be among the Chosen in the end; man should not delve too deeply into predestination and the hidden will of God, but rather accept outward forms and demonstrations of faith. You are a vile sinner, but you might at some point in the future begin to redeem yourself by repenting of your ways and accepting the True Faith.

You, on the other hand, will not escape the fate your God has in store for you.

Nobody will.
Our fates are predetermined and our lives are just illusions.

Nobody will.
Our fates are predetermined and our lives are just illusions.

Mr. Nauplius, I can't imagine any scenario when anyone could commit a sin... with a nipple.
Besides, as far as I can remember biology, you can put them at use only in 50% of human population and only if certain hormonal conditions are met.

Oh, I can think of a few ways

If you fate is predetermined and your life is an illusion, then what is the point of it all?

Under this, who or what determines your fate in the first place?

Like using surgery to implant some sort of guns into them?

Don't you think it will damage your frontal clothes and armor?

We are born naked and we die naked!

We are born naked and we die naked!

I must admit that I am surprised that Kim wears panties. I would have thought it would be a titanium diborite chastity belt that was welded shut.

I must admit that I am surprised that Kim wears panties. I would have thought it would be a titanium diborite chastity belt that was welded shut.

There are no vital organs that need that sort of armor.
Besides, keeping stuff like that welded shut is not hygienic.

Actually, the femoral arteries run through that vicinity, and if either are severed then the blood loss can kill in seconds.

I'd suggest high-impact-polymer microfine reactive scale instead. Less bulky and rigid, preserves the cut of your outerwear and doesn't chafe.

Dead? No, I'd prefer to see you sane.

Dead would be the more likely of those options.

I find it unbelievable that Kim wears any undergarments. How would there be enough room to accommodate that huge stick that's stuck up her butt?

The underwear hold it in.

I need not be purged of Scripture; rather, I need more Scripture. I should never stop listening to the revelations of a holy and righteous God or stop seeking that Apocryphal Scripture which God in His infinite Wisdom chooses to re-reveal.

And no, God is not merely a synonym for illumination; God is a personal God, a God who feels emotions such as mercy and wrath. Particularly wrath.

Mr Nauply ... Nauplius - I urge you to remove childish fairytales from your mind. The path to transcendence and enlightenment is not in scripture but in the unity of the essence shared between us all.

Capsuleers everywhere spill this essence in a ritual of combat daily. They do not fathom how similar to you they actually are. They are hypocrites with blood on their hands and more Sabik-like than perhaps they could admit.

Put aside your barbarity for a while and trust in reason. Then search your feelings. Perhaps some capsuleers could be made to comprehend their inner nature. The experiences fluid within their own hearts is what you could illuminate to them. Whether those experiences are red or blue or somewhere in between, we are all the same and deserve union in sympathetic cohesion. Understanding one's true nature is important to the mind's eye and allows it to establish boundaries. Without boundaries, we can never hope to exceed them. But without hope, there is no path.

All those three stupid brainwashed pro-gallentean trolls aside.

Mr. Verin, if you really want to see me sane, maybe you will show up for your next teaching session?

You keep mocking me about that all you like, I'm really very much at peace with the fact that I'm not willing to decapitate somebody who doesn't want me to. As a veteran capsuleer, it's very encouraging to encounter strong proof that I'm not a cold-blooded amoral murderer.

The lesson I learned from you, Diana Kim, is that Yakiya Verin Hakatain is indeed alive and well. Every time you invite me to learn a "new lesson" with that tone of scorn in your voice, you just reveal that your grasp of what happened is characteristically shallow.

You are in serious need of psychiatric treatment. Drugs, counselling, cybernetics, I don't care, but Maker and Winds know, you badly need doctoring. Unfortunately, as a capsuleer and clone, any treatment you received would last only as long as it took for you to suicide or die in battle.

I would much rather see you sane than dead because the former would actually be a permanent and effective solution to the problem you pose. Unfortunately, because we are both Empyreans neither scenario is at all likely, and I'd rather not sully my hands with murder when it wouldn't even solve the problem.

On one point only I agree GÇö Empyreans are everywhere hypocrites. They condemn this preacher while celebrating acts of piracy and theft and other crimes.

But I cannot agree on "the unity of the essence shared between us all" or that "we are all the same and deserve union in sympathetic cohesion". God has elected some to glorify Him in Paradise and has given others over to destruction. Since I have learned of the nature of God as a Red God and accepted the Apocryphon as True Scripture, I have come to accept a somewhat more fluid boundary between elect and reprobate than old Amarr GÇö but there are still boundaries. Those few of the Minmatar Republic who accept the True Faith GÇö who accept the chalice of blood offered them GÇö are to be welcomed as the Chosen. But emphasis on the word few; so few of the Minmatar Republic are Chosen, and so many a righteous and holy God has given over to destruction. Amen. Amarr Victor.

You are in serious need of psychiatric treatment. Drugs, counselling, cybernetics, I don't care, but Maker and Winds know, you badly need doctoring. Unfortunately, as a capsuleer and clone, any treatment you received would last only as long as it took for you to suicide or die in battle.

Mr. Stitcher, on this I agree with you completely. It honestly amazes me that both Pilot Diana Kim and Pilot Nauplius were even granted approval to be capsuleers. Which leads me to believe that either the system is seriously flawed, or both suffered severe neurological damage during the cloning process which has contributed to their lack of mental stability.

You ARE insane. Unfortunately, one of the defining characteristics of insanity is the inability to distinguish delusion from reality, and in your case part of your complex arsenal of delusions are the beliefs that you are A: perfectly sane and B: in the right.

Pilot Nauplius, let us assume for a moment that you correct, that you are in fact one of GodGÇÖs chosen. Let us also assume that the hellish end your God has deemed necessary has come upon all of us. God and his elect delivering the rest of us heathens over to destruction, all for his glorification.

We the part of a grand creation for which we had no choice but to be a part of, doomed because we were not chosen, thrown out like a spoiled childGÇÖs play things, subject to GodGÇÖs temper tantrum.

Indeed what type of God is so vain as to seek his own glorification through terrorizing lesser beings?

Now, Pilot Nauplius, assume that the show is over, all that is left is God and his chosen elect amongst the ruins of toy blocks and burned dolls. Of course remember you had no choice in being one of the chosen, and God as we know writes the script, and sets the stage. How long will you remain chosen, before it is decided you never were? God pulls the stringGǪ Dance puppet!

Of course there is another way, but only you can break the chains.

You know, if I will need real psychiatric treatment, I will receive it, luckily we have proper medical facilities available for Caldari soldiers.

Diana, suuolo;

You are a private Capsuleer contracted to the Caldari State militia. Psychiatric services are available to you, but no one will direct you to pursue it. That's up to you. There is no one who can order you to take it, nor anyone within the State who would try - you are unbound by law, if not by heiian.

You are walking the easier path right now; the one that hurts the least. Sometimes, doing the right thing means doing the thing that hurts the most.

All those three stupid brainwashed pro-gallentean trolls aside.

Mr. Verin, if you really want to see me sane, maybe you will show up for your next teaching session?

. The empires could rot (and possibly for the best ) and I wouldn't care unless they payed me to.

i would miss the ships....

Yes, because we can't make those ourself.....

we might be able to make the current ones, but if it collapsed, the othe empires would eventually release new types of ships, and even if we did design a ship based on the gallente style, would it be a true gallente ship? we would neve rknow what they would create to counter other advancements.
We would never have a new authentic gallente ship again!