Unread postby Cagali Cagali » 36 minutes ago

Well, Two days ago I thought the biggest drama possible was the CO2 situation. That's still brewing and frankly I could care less about it right now.

I'm here to share some news that will cause you to check the date since it's clearly an April Fools joke gone horribly, terribly wrong. I wanted to tell you the bad news myself. There will most likely be a more in depth exegisis on the subject very shortly from a source who has first hand knowledge, but for now I'll drop the bomb.

When I learned of this, I was heartbroken, and I've been desperately searching for ways to disbelieve what I've been hearing and reading. I was angry and frustrated.

So here it is. Please bear in mind that there has been a high degree of obfuscation, subterfuge and dishonesty that it's difficult to know the full extent or even really to know how bad it is. So I'll use words like seems and apparently. So don't take it as gospel.

It seems that Chester Paterson, our beloved, hardworking and talented Capital FC has admitted that he's been working, for some time, as a spy for Doomchinchillas Collapsed Out, and by extension, PL. We must assume that Chester has been leaking the entirety of Brave's most secure channels for a considerable length of time, including our Command channel! WTB those logs? I'm sure they've made hilarious reading!!!

I didn't believe it either when I read it the first time. However it's been confirmed by a sufficient number of sources since then that I have no choice but to recognise that the four foot length of steel sticking out of our collective chests is a knife, as cruel and as barbed as any that we've seen before.

So. This is bad, right? It certainly is.

However, in the way of all things Eve, this is the game. We got played, and we'll try to do things better next time. Try and remember the good things that Chester did for you, and for us. I know it's hard right now, and I'm struggling too. I'm sorry to break such shitty and disappointing news to you by way of a text post, without any wigs, moustaches, or spacesuits.

Regardless, I'm going to try and put it behind me - to keep fleeting up and to keep undocking, to keep fighting the fight that's in front of me. I know you will too.

I'd also like you to (instead of sending bile and invective) send Chester a present - Deliver him a single piece of random, valueless shit in every citadel you visit, to remind him of the friends and the friendships he left behind.

Who knows, maybe I've sent him to spy on PL for a change!