GENTS
GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT
A Whimsical Internet Spaceship Alliance
PEOPLE OF NEW EDEN! FREE YOURSELVES FROM THE TYRANNY OF THE MAJORITY! THERE WILL BE CIGARS AND BRANDY!
ALSO CAKE (OR PIE IF YOU ARE OF THAT PERSUASION)
It is often said that a gentleman has only the best of intentions. He wants to deal with his fellows honorably and fairly; he wants to ensure their opinions are heard, that they feel their input has value and that their needs are respected.
It is also often said that gentlemen just want to have fun. And to do that, there's a whole lot of very honorable institutions that just get in the way. They're only fun when all the participants would be getting along fine without them.
We don't want to get bogged down in votes. We don't want to sit in endless council meetings. Filibustering is for people who get paid real money for this crap.
All we really want to do is give all manner of Huns, barbarians, idiots, sycophants, whiners, and people who went to the wrong school a proper good thrashing, then nip back round to the club for a strong drink and a big dinner.
And we're going to start by cheerfully bludgeoning those ghastly rubber-nosed clowns until the pie custard leaks out of their pants, then put our feet up on all that fancy Baroque furniture and tap cigar ash on the armrests.
So certain gentlemen have come to an Agreement: We shall strike off in search of glory, honor, and a truly dapper top hat. We shall seek fun and entertainment. We are, in short, doing it for - Jeeves, what was it the young people are calling it these days? Lols? Ah, yes. The lulz. But we shall do it with a certain sense of style, a certain je ne sais quois, that makes us gentlemen as well as jesters.
Just remember that all is fair in love and war.
"Don't be terrible, be awesome. Don't be serious, have fun. Don't be afraid, we can do this."
THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT DEPARTMENT OF OVERLY WORDY TITLES MINISTRY OF SERIOUS INTERNET SPACESHIP BUSINESS DIRECTORATE OF WHO IS STILL READING THIS, HONESTLY I MEAN DOES ANYONE EVEN READ HALF OF WHAT KESPER WRITES WORDY LITTLE BASTARD PROBABLY FAILED OUT OF UNIVERSITY BECAUSE NO ONE WANTED TO READ HIS FINAL PAPERS
~ Recruitment is open to ladies and gentlemen of discriminating taste and bloodthirsty disposition. ~
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About The Agreement ==
The Gentlemen's Agreement was founded by a conspiracy of bitter vets dedicated to creating an alliance in EVE that dispensed with the trappings of real-life politics and bared the thing down to its basic essentials: a coalition of like-minded individuals directed by a dictator with ultimate authority. An agreement was made between these gentlemen, who resolved to hold a few basic principles to be true.
We strive to be fluid, adapting to new situations quickly. EVE happens in real time; so should alliance government. We welcome new ideas and new talent; age or experience should not be a barrier to success.
We want to get bitter EVE veterans excited about the game again. We must never be too serious - we aim to joke, prank and grief our way across the stars, and do it with class. Being available on Jabber whenever possible facilitates this.
We regard targets as a precious resource. We lavish ammunition on them wherever we find them, whether in 0.0, lowsec or hisec. As a result we must be able to use Mumble-based alliance comms while on operations.
If this sounds like a group you or your corporation would like to be a part of, contact Kesper North
