Corporation: Information

In the annals o’ New Eden’s history, there be names whispered with awe an’ dread—m0o, TLBC, M3G4, an’ th’ legendary Band o’ Brothers (BoB). These were no ordinary corps and alliances; they were pirate legends, masters o’ chaos, fearless marauders who carved their names into th’ stars with valor an’ cannon fire. Th’ Church o’ Space Piracy sails in their wake, honorin’ their memory while forgin’ a new breed o’ pirate: bold, defiant, an’ bound by th’ creed o’ true piracy.

Aye, we’re a motley crew—our killboard be far from polished, an’ th’ so-called “elite” PvPers may laugh. But we be laughin’ louder! Th’ Church welcomes all, from greenhorns to grizzled rogues, where it’s not about stats but th’ stories ye weave in battle. Glory, loot, an’ chaos be our callin’, an’ we’ll not apologize fer livin’ free in th’ heart o’ nullsec.

Here in Stain, th’ riches o’ null sustain our reckless escapades. We fight, we die, we rebuild—with each loss met not with tears but with roars o’ laughter an’ tales t’ tell. Whether ye prefer solo huntin’, rollin’ with a fearsome fleet, or simply sowin’ mayhem fer th’ sheer joy o’ it, there be a place fer ye among us.

All ransoms be sacred in th’ Church—no plundered prize shall be dishonored. Violators o’ this creed? Bring proof—yer screenshots, yer chat logs, an’ ye’ll see justice served by Cattraknoff ‘imself. Integrity an’ honor amongst rogues be how legends be forged.

We’re open t’ all, whether ye be a greenhand lookin’ fer yer first taste o’ nullsec or an old salt wantin’ t’ relive th’ thrill o’ th’ hunt. Bring yer mains, yer alts, an’ yer thirst fer adventure. Tax-free an’ full o’ camaraderie, th’ Church be yer escape from th’ grind an’ yer ticket t’ immortal tales.

Join us, an’ let’s build a legacy that’ll echo across th’ stars, leavin’ even th’ mighty BoB in awe. In th’ Church o’ Space Piracy, we fight not fer numbers, but fer glory, chaos, an’ th’ sheer love o’ piracy. Hoist th’ black, me hearties, an’ write yer name in blood an’ fire! Yarrrr!