Corporation: Information

"I undocked for five minutes. When I came back, she was gone."

We are Drifters Stole My Wife, a broken shell of a corporation and reluctant member of Homicidal Tendencies. There was a time when we had hope. That time is gone. Now, we drift through New Eden like empty clones, searching for answers we will never find.

What We Know So Far:

- The Drifters appeared. Then she disappeared.
- CONCORD refuses to investigate. They know something.
- Every time we get close, they wipe us out.
- I can still hear her voice in the data streams.
- Maybe she’s out there. Maybe she isn’t. Maybe none of this is real.

What We Do:

- Chase leads, even when they lead nowhere.
- Engage in reckless combat because nothing matters anymore.
- Watch old holovids of better days.
- File missing persons reports that never get answered.
- Stare into the abyss and wait for it to stare back.

What We Don’t Do:

- Recruit – This isn’t a corp. It’s a coping mechanism.
- Build anything meaningful – What’s the point?
- Trust CONCORD – They took our tax money and did nothing.
- Accept reality – If we stop searching, she’s truly gone.


Drifters took my wife.
They took everything.
If you see her… tell her I’m still looking.