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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.01 05:17:00 -
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In an age of darkness...
At a time of crisis...
When the winds of war sweep across the four great Empires of Man...
In this era of woe, few are willing to take a stand for justice.
Few will fight to right the fiscal wrongs that afflict mankind.
Few are willing to walk the thankless path of tax collection.
We are those few.
We are the IRS.
These are our logs...
After a ridiculously long delay, the IRS brings you the fifth chapter of the critically acclaimed Taxman series. The previous chapters being The Taxman Cometh, Taxman II: Amarr Safari, Taxman III: Attack of the Blob, and Taxman IV: Rogue Agent (which honestly sucked and never got completed). As always thanks to all of our readers for the comments and feedback we have received. For those who do not enjoy the audit logs, please go die in a fire or subject yourself to some other painful demise.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.01 05:18:00 -
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Audit Log 20080527.0419 - Over half a year. Been that long since I last stepped into the Oimmo office. So much crap since the last time. The last run with the Rabbits. The alliance idiocy of that incompetent cow Naphtalia. The runs the Mugen and Virus. The slow and bitter disillusionment with what I had become. And then the Gallente product recall which was the final nail. Broken. Shattered. Gave up on the pod-life. Took up the old Vicky Norton alias, went planetside, did odd jobs, ran out of boosters. Hit bottom. Was in a Zaniou clinic to sell off some organs when I saw it. The battleboat holo. And I remembered what I was. What I needed to do. To come back home.
Contacted some old Navy friends. Caught up on the local gossip. Ishukone station ran into a Nyx? Sucks to be you. Should watch where you're driving your station, not my problem. Just here to make happy with the CONCORD. Took a couple weeks, but made it happen. Hellish grind but finally done. And here I am again. Finally. In Oimmo. Home. Office is dusty. Apparently the little foreign office boy quit. Said something about being a bad boss and not valuing his opinion. Not sure, wasn't really paying attention. Think I had some other employees too. Whatever. If they don't show up to work then they're fired. Don't have room for slackers or quitters in the IRS. We're all about integrity and work ethic here. And if I'm the only agent, then it's up to me to pick up the slack. The job never gets done by itself. Hit the hangar lights. Part and slick the hair. Clip on the thin tie. Shrug on the black suit. Time to do some justice.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.01 05:19:00 -
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Audit Log 20080528.1211 - There are few crimes worse than tax evasion. One of them is unlicensed mining. It's disgusting how deeply the corruption has sunk into my fair Oimmo. Must have been away for too long. No one to blame but myself I guess. Well not really. It is always the criminal's fault. I just say stuff like that to try and show some empathy for them. Never works, they still end up dying regardless. In any case, found my first vict-... Encountered a perpetrator today. Was running patrols in the trusty Moa. Pair of Hulks out mining in the far belts. Kessel Moria Syndicate (KMS). Seen this crew before. Tried to catch them in the act a few other times but their haulers were quick to grab the cans. Not this time though!
Warp in, swing the Moa around, start powering towards them at just over 250m/s. And powering. Still powering. They light me up with their targeters. Oooohhh Hulks, scary. Err... Warp-ins. Crapacal, Rifter, and a Cerb. Ok that's kinda scary. But I'm in a Moa! And I'm a tax enforcement agent. They wouldn't dare! Finally arrive at the can and open it up. Just as I thought! Illegal mining. And what's this? Militants?! Who keeps Militants in a mining can? Something's fishy. Confiscate the Militants and all hell breaks loose. Ok, so they would dare. Slam the MWD (always keep the guessing), launch the ECM drones, start locking. Rifter is all over me. Web. Crap! Fling the drones at it and blast away with the ACs (like I said, keep them guessing). Obliterate it's shields and the Rifter bugs out. Meh, sissy. Missiles doing a number on my shields as well. And more ships warping in. A poorly laid trap perhaps? Strange. But I got the distance, align to station and warp.
Now what to do with the Militants... Questioning them gets me nowhere. Gonna have to interrogate KMS. Quick scan. Station P7-CNA. Warp in and... oh my! Domi, drake, ferox, vexor, rifter, thorax, and an incursus. Right. Lots of drones, use the geography to my advantage. Burn down along the bottom of the station, get them caught up and strung out. Trade some potshots with the Incursus. And then they pull back the drones. WTF? Oh, the Concord timer expired. Well for everyone except the Incursus. It's a little Intaki trollop named Riskia. Well now it's pay back time. Bear down and lay in with the ACs. Awww, having problems docking with that aggro timer little girl? Slap a point on as she tries to align. Silly little frog tramp, you can't escape death or taxes! Continue spraying with the ACs. Ok, so the 425s were overkill, go with 220s next time. Takes a few tries but finally finish her off. Her goonsquad can do nothing but watch. Well let it be a lesson for them. Check the wreck and it's garbage. Typical of the welfare state she hails from. And the rest are tight-lipped about the Militants. Fine. Jettison the Militants in a can and execute them for suspected tax crimes. See how they like that! But there's something sinister going on here. Gonna have to keep a close eye on KMS. A close eye indeed.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Eternal Error
Exitus Acta Probant
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Posted - 2008.06.01 05:23:00 -
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TL;DR
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Aadi Grox
Minmatar Mafia
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Posted - 2008.06.01 05:28:00 -
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Edited by: Aadi Grox on 01/06/2008 05:34:19
 Originally by: Eternal Error
TL;DR
after reading, he killed an incursus with an AC moa
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Gunzo San
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Posted - 2008.06.01 09:22:00 -
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Unless i am missing some higher plane of sarcasm which i very much doubt,ignore those 2 thick bufoons, They are not worthy of your talent.
Nicely written in a Phillip Marlow/film noir way.
Keep it coming.
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techzer0
IDLE GUNS
IDLE EMPIRE
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Posted - 2008.06.01 09:30:00 -
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I'm glad I payed my taxes this year. Autocannon Moa's are beyond scary.
But a very good report, gimme more.
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Originally by: CCP Mitnal
It's great being a puppetmaster 
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Promethian child
VITOC
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Posted - 2008.06.01 20:29:00 -
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Good thing the taxman lives an long way of
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.01 20:51:00 -
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Audit Log 20080529.0803 - Another day, another tax. Rolling patrols again, this time with the Vexor. ACs again, of course. Those monkey Mini slaves don't have alot of things going for them, but ACs are definitely one of them. Love these things. Hopping belts looking for criminals and come across the standard KMS Hulk and Hauler set-up. Coast towards their can for a bit of inspection and they pull it in. Fine. I've got time. Go into close orbit and wait. They keep mining. I keep waiting. Come back to the console after a quick shower and find the ship wandering aimlessly off into space. Meh. Trundle back to position and start doing some research.
Kessel Moria Syndicate. Fairly new corp. About 58 members. Some have more than a few years on them, not bad. Seen a few in battleships, hacs, and recons. That's good. Dig a little deeper and we find the real dirt. NSENT. I knew it! Calvi Industries, the NSENT alliance, the links are all there. The filthy incestuous nature of the North. The NAPs, the back-patting, the kickbacks and shady deals. All these criminals are connected in one way or another. We audited and humbled NSENT before, but cut off one head and they grow another. And when you destroy those, there's even more behind. NSENT was just a front for something worse. And these jokers are just a front of a front. Layer upon layer of filth, excrement, and crime. There's a mastermind behind all of this. And one day I will find him. One day.
But for now, I must deal with the problem at hand. I've had enough of waiting. KMS has past due taxes. Strangely, the same exact amount every criminal corporation has been past due. 100 million. Audit time. Send "The Letter". 24 hours for them to do the right thing. They never do. Why bother? Because we must follow the process. Submit or be ground to dust by the inexorable wheels of the IRS bureaucracy. Those are the only choices.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.02 03:53:00 -
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Audit Log 20080531.1624 - Well this is a first. No witless response from the criminal. No claims of taxes already paid. No vow to fight to the bitter end. No chest thumping or other mongrel idiocy that I normally expect from my clients. Nothing. Just silence. Somewhat unnerving to be honest. Not like the criminal nature at all. Leads me to believe that KMS may be competent after all. Don't like it. But a job is a job. Nobody ever said being a taxman would be easy.
Log into the Arazu and hit my targeted belt. Empty. Damn! Was hoping for a Hulk and a quick and brutal end to the audit. Oh well, gotta do it the old fashioned way I guess. Scan the system. No obvious targets. Head to their P7-CNA HQ... and they they are. Their little mob of thugs warping off one at a time towards P9. Hit my safe nearby. Scan, within 5au at a safe. Raven, Maller, Crapacal, and Griffin. Drop a probe and wait. Perfect hit. Warp in at range for some recon. And looks like they're warping out right as I'm coming in. Annoying. Head towards their last known position. Make a rough guesstimate with time and speed to get a good bookmark. Then head towards their other warp. Another probe. They're savvy though. Got a probe of their own out, and they're warping back to P9. Well maybe they aren't savvy enough. Warp to my mark and it wasn't too far off. Still just the four. I know the Arazu sucks these days, but I'm feeling spunky. Can cut out the Crapacal, I know I can. Stretch the neck muscles, flex the fingers, uncloak and it's on!
Drop the drones during cloak timer, then start targetting. Raven, Griffin, Crapacal. Don't care about the Maller, it's a worse than useless ship. Damp the Raven, guns on Griffin, drones on Cra-... Jammed! Dammit. Check my range and cap. Missiles starting to come in. Ouch. Gotta wrap this up quick. Ship explosion! Jam clears. Faithful little drones got the Griffin. Guess that quick frig lock wasn't so great for him after all. Lock up the remainders. Drones & guns on Crapacal, damps on Raven. Cuts down the damage a bit, but still about to hit armor. Drones doing their work, but not fast enough. Got more criminals coming in too. Domi and Myrm. Not good. Crapacal halfway thru shields, enemy drones in the air, and I'm in 3/4 armor. Shoulda been switching damps back and forth. Damn, out of practice. Time to turn and burn. Range them out and wait for the drones. Still got their Hammerheads coming in, with some Ogres in the background. Might as well pick off a drone for insult. Keep my distance and lay in with the iridium. Take it into struct when there is a sudden draft in the ship. Huh? There's holes in my ship. Big ones. Look down and I'm in structure myself. WTF?! Slam the warp button and check for attackers. No missiles, no ships, no dr-... The ship explodes around me. What the hell was that?! Slam warp again and hit a belt.
What hit me? What was it? I kept my range. There were no missiles. Drones were over 30km off. Sure as hell woulda noticed a Sniper Mega. Was it a Doomsday? And hey! I lost my Arazu. Wierd. First one I ever lost to hostile fire. Had it for every audit. Woulda thought I'd be more upset. I don't even really care. Strange.
Ponder the ramifications as I warp to gate. Jump, hit station, and check the hangar. The one thing I've learned about criminal mindset is that they never expect you to come back. They always expect you to think like they do. Idiots. Hop in the Domi and undock. Not sure which one this is. Run a quick systems check mid-warp. Right. Jump back in system and warp to bookmark. They're still there! And I land right on top the Raven.
Surprise beetchezz! It's payback time!
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Eternal Error
Exitus Acta Probant
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Posted - 2008.06.02 05:01:00 -
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How do you redistribute 205% of the income you have collected (as per your corp description)?
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Spaztick
Canadian Imperial Armaments
EVESpace
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Posted - 2008.06.02 05:30:00 -
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Originally by: Vladimir Norkoff
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Uh, what is this for now?
But seriously, more people should have some type of spacer in their sigs to show it's not part of the post. |
Tufftud
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Posted - 2008.06.02 07:03:00 -
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Woot! Keep it coming Norkoff, we missed you! 
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I Candy
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Posted - 2008.06.02 07:43:00 -
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It Just gets better, More Taxman!!!
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Aadi Grox
Minmatar Mafia
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Posted - 2008.06.02 09:03:00 -
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Originally by: Gunzo San
Unless i am missing some higher plane of sarcasm which i very much doubt,ignore those 2 thick bufoons, They are not worthy of your talent.
Nicely written in a Phillip Marlow/film noir way.
Keep it coming.
he asked for a tldr, i gave him a tldr, unless you have a better, quicker explanation of what happened
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Qui Shon
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Posted - 2008.06.02 12:46:00 -
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Edited by: Qui Shon on 02/06/2008 12:49:04
Finding something worth reading in this kindergarten section (#4,12 for evidence) of the forums is rare. However, IRS logs do make up for all the crap. Among the best stories I've seen from all of Eve. My hat is off to you, ...you twisted bureaucrat 
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Omarvelous
Destry's Lounge
XIII Legio
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Posted - 2008.06.02 14:12:00 -
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Edited by: Omarvelous on 02/06/2008 14:12:07
I was a big fan of the series last year - glad its back. I remember seeing some taxes being collected in Oimmo last fall, I loved the 'friendly' banter in local.
Keep up the good work - C&P's quality just went up a few notches.
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Sup brosef!
Destry's Lounge is looking for a few good drunks - contact me in game.
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Sean Avery
Northern Star Enterprises
Northern Star Coalition
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Posted - 2008.06.02 15:39:00 -
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\o/ Vlad.....my local comms buddy
Awesome writing my man
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.02 19:14:00 -
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Audit Log 20080531.1624 - Cont. - Lock up the Raven. It's one of their scheming little Achura dragon-ladies, "Seven Below". What the hell kinda name is that? Seven below what? Seven points below standard IQ for not paying your taxes? Is it how deep you want me to bury you? Whatever. All that matters is that I redistribute your assests. Launch the Ogres, web & point, cover the 5km in seconds with MWD. And then start laying in with the Electrons. What? Were you expecting ACs? Always keep them guessing. Quick overview has the Domi and Myrm a good ways off, Valks incoming, Maller at useless ranges as well, Crapacal at range spitting out the occassional missile. No Titan or Doomsday that I can see. Still not sure what got the Arazu. But probably not gonna make it outta this one in any case.
Turn attention back to the Raven. It's tossing out Mjii Torps. Against an Armor ship? Moron. Ogres chewing thru it's shields. If it's repping, not doing it well. Own armor is falling pretty quick. Single rep trying to keep up. Looks like I'm getting neuted too. Not good. Injector struggling, but it's only a medium. Not sure what that's all about. Quarter armor and Raven is at half shields. Electrons still pummeling, but feeling that tightness in the back of the throat. Valks all over me. Taking some hard hits from something. Bouncers! Domi is using sentries. Bastard. That's what got the Arazu. This is really not going to be good. Dipping into structure and capping out as Raven falls to low shields. Numbers begin flashing by. 100mil taxes + 2mil audit fee + 98mil Arazu + 120mil Domi == Big Fvcking Deficit to overcome. Christ. Another injection, another rep! Raven shields fail, it's armor goes into freefall. Taking you with me b*tch! Damage Control the only thing keeping me alive. Half structure. Well aimed electron blasts, Raven into hull. Quarter structure. Another rep cycle! Ogres spewing plasma. Raven half hull. Wrecking strikes! Raven shudders and explodes. Slam the warp button. GTFO! Pull the drones. Armor down again, spewing flames. Aligning. More hull hits. Warp!
Warp fails half-way. Capped out. Check the readouts. 15% structure. Close one. But going solo against two battleships and a battlecruiser, that can happen. They should have brought three. We are the IRS after all. Finish the warp to station and land right next to Seven Below's pod. Oh hello! Locky locky! Bah. Docked. Spend a few moments repping up. No worries about them following to finish me off. They're not that smart. Dock, pay the repairs for hull. Start some quick tabulations. Current KMS bill stands at 107 million (107,000,000 ISK) in outstanding taxes. Damn that Arazu was an expensive piece of crap. Oh well. Can't make an omlete without breaking some eggs.
Hop into Cov Ops. Cloak up in a safe. Lean back in the pod and start doing some paperwork. An hour or so passes when I notice local comms squawking. It's Arsehatles (or something like that), a silly little KMS thug who apparently stylizes himself as a "brave warrior". How amusing. Whining about tax agents being cloaked. Not engaging. Oh really? Miss that part where your Raven just got owned? Very well then. Quick scan and rub my eyes. Can't believe what I'm seeing. A Hulk. Unbelievable. Did they really think I'd go afk? Oh no wait. There's Arsehat in a Manitcore. Awww... what a cute little trap. I'll bite though. How can I not with that bait. Warp back to station. KMS Moa outside. Grrr. Sit cloaked 'til it leaves. Never let them know you're coming. Finally gone, dock up. Walk down the hangar line and pick out the Vexor. Quick pat on the hull. Haven't been with me for too long, and don't think you'll be coming back from this one babe. But let's give them all you've got.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.02 19:15:00 -
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Edited by: Vladimir Norkoff on 02/06/2008 19:17:12
Audit Log 20080531.1624 - Cont. - Undock the Vexor and warp to target. There's the Hulk. It's Captn g, pitiful excuse for Deteis if I ever saw one. No mate, you're not a captain. You're in a hulk, you're just a target. Launch the drones. Light him up. Triple pointed just to be sure. Wait for the Falcon and Manticore... Nothing. My god, they failed at their own trap! Hulk's drones are trying to fight back. Props for that at least, most hulk pilots just do the fetal curl. Armor just getting scratched when the Hulk detonates.
Still no backup. Wait. Solo Moa warps in. Score! I got a bonus round! Lock him up and send in the drones. ACs start chewing as well. It's got some tank on it. And then the screen turns red. Myrm, Rifter, Manti, and then an Abbadon lands right on top of me. Ewww. There's the back-up. Drones still working on the Moa. It's into armor. Myrm drones on me, armor vanishing. Moa half armor. Abbadon opens up. Ouch! Moa in hull, so am I. You can do it little Vexor! You can! Prep for the pod warp. Explosion! How many? Pod warps. Check the log! Did we get the Moa? Dammit! Missed it. Failed the bonus stage. Shoulda overheated the guns. Keep forgetting to do that. Still, got the Hulk. And it was even rigged. Nice. Hope Arsehat is happy and got everything he wished for.
Current KMS bill stands at 1 million (1,000,000 ISK) in past due taxes.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Wotlankor
KIA Corp
KIA Alliance
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Posted - 2008.06.02 19:55:00 -
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I have missed these logs so very very much.
Thx Vlad for bringing em back to life.
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Elodie Debauve
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Posted - 2008.06.02 22:52:00 -
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Entertaining read, as always 
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.03 14:49:00 -
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Audit Log 20080601.2359 - Some days just end up that way. Had a nice bit of celebrating after the previous day's success. Figured after a sleepless night of boosters and alcohol, nothing would ring in a new day like a bit of auditing. Stumbled out of the Pod Pilot's Lounge, and bounced my way down to the hangar. Took a few tries, but finally got myself into the Arazu. Undock, and blearily take a look around. There's that KMS Moa again, right on the undock. It's Pman1993, Gallente transvestite who caters to the the deviant miner culture. Scum. Dock back up and switch to the rebuilt Vexor. Barge out of station and look for the Moa. It's turned into a Thorax. Ok that's weird. Take a second look just to be sure. Yep, that's a Thorax all right. And it's Pman. Whatever. Charge at it and send in the drone. Veer off into orbit at 9km with the web and point. Blasters are only useful when they're in range. Thorax shreds and dies without even landing a hit. Backup arrives too late as always. Drake, Myrm, Brutix, some cruisers. Trundle back to the wreck while they pound on me. T2 cap rechargers, plain vanilla weapons and tank. Failfit. Pathetic. Dock up and sort the evidence.
Try to remember where I parked the Arazu. Get myself back into that and undock. They're gone. Short attention span I guess. Quick scan shows them huddling by their P7 HQ. And Pman is back in it's Moa. Except it is not showing up in local commchat. Unbelievable. Drope a probe, warp to hit. A mil km off. Your idiocy must be painful, please let me help you. Drones and rails. Still has a decent tank, takes a few seconds longer than I'd expect. Wreck evidence is just as bad as before. And off goes the pod. Run another scan. Warp in at optimal. Some might show mercy at this point. But that word has never been in any accounting handbook I've ever read. Two volleys and it's back in station to reflect upon the error of it's ways.
Now where's the rest of 'em? Only 6 more left. Warp to their HQ. Cowering in the shadows of the station, some of them completely refusing to undock. I set up camp and watch. They continue to cower. Should probably feel bad about blobbing them in like this, but still haven't found a way to fight effectively with less than one tax agent. Besides, they called this on themselves when they didn't pay their taxes. Remainder of evening passes with drunken local banter to old comrades, and confining the criminals to station. Instead of a bang, the audit day ends with a mellow goodnight. Happens. Life of a taxman isn't glory and action all the time.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Vladimir Norkoff
Income Redistribution Service
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Posted - 2008.06.04 06:08:00 -
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Audit Log 20080603.0211 - An amusing if somewhat uneventful day. Ended a bit strange though. Spent the evening dueling with Arsehat, the make believe captain Targt g, and some other faceless twit flying a shield tanking Myrm. Had decided to use my own Myrm today. A proper Myrm mind you. Camped outside their HQ again. Took a bit, but they finally worked up enough courage to come out. Arsehat in a Raven, Targt g in a Griffin, the other scum in the Myrm abomination. Decided to play a favorite game of mine called "watch me kill your drones". Pop the Griffin with some Hobgobbies, then lead their drones away. Quick web and some ACs. Dead Hammerhead II. Apparently they want to try it too. Manage to pick off one of my Hobgoblins. Rookie luck. We go back and forth. 3 Hammerheads for me, to 1 Hammer, 1 Hob for them. The IRS always wins. Bump into an old Oimmo regular Lharia Longrifle. Explain the game, and how I am completely owning the KMS scum. She's amused but has the gall to actually say that my ego will be my undoing someday. Pfft! I am IRS agent. I am justice. And justice can never be undone. Laugh off her silly words... yet have a sense of foreboding. As if something ominous has been released. Bah! Superstitious idiocy.
KMS account currently stands at a -10 million (-10,000,000 ISK) credit to be held as deposit against further violations of the tax code.
Taxman V: Back in Black
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Sean Avery
Northern Star Enterprises
Northern Star Coalition
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Posted - 2008.06.05 02:00:00 -
[25]
The suspense is killing me....
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YouEatedMyCookie
State War Academy
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Posted - 2008.06.05 02:12:00 -
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Positively brilliant, fun reads.
I wish half the content on C&P was even a quarter as good as this. Keep it up!
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RuleoftheBone
Ataraxia.
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Posted - 2008.06.05 06:17:00 -
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Carry on Vlad
"Lead Me..Follow Me..Or get the **** out of my way"
General George Patton USA
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Karanth
Eve's Brothers of Destiny
FOUNDATI0N
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Posted - 2008.06.05 06:41:00 -
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IRS stories are the best stories.
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Blazing Fire
Interstellar Operations Incorporated
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Posted - 2008.06.05 08:19:00 -
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I guess it has passed a lot of time since I stpped visiting C&P due to lack of something, anything or whatever.
I am not familiar with your past uhhh. exhibitions, but I will definately hit use the search functionality
Keep the taxes flowing 
Blazing Fire
CEO
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Voxek
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Posted - 2008.06.06 06:02:00 -
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Hmmmm... Domi killed, AND your a$$ podded for the 40 mil bounty...  á á
By a carebear mining corp?
And still no witty, acidic response yet?á
No truncated, disparaging commentary slanted askew of reality on how you pwned the sheep-headed masses?
Or about how you allowed your sheep-headed a$$ to get pwned?
Perhaps it sucks to have your pricey little "tax-collecting" ass handed to you. 
To quote the cheesy prose of those who dared to go where no man has gone before -
"Revenge is a dish that is best served cold....ááá
It is very cold in space." á |
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