"TRAITORS!" With a crash louder than the explosion of an awoxed Hel, gigX burst into his Serbian hut. Boasting actual internet and two whole rooms for the entirey of the Balkan Mafia, this was the single most luxurious mansion in all of Serbia.

The Judge had never seen gigX in such a rage. It was all he could do to hide the almost-functional laptop that formed the core of his entire alliance from the much larger man's wrath. Only one thing, he knew, could calm the raging beast within him.

Luckily, finding a phone only took a few hours, and CO2's supers remained almost awox-free. Rapidly RMTing some of the isk skimmed from Mach BPC sales, The Judge purcheased a plane ticket and settled in to wait for their savior.

Finally, he arrived. His magnificent frame nearly obscuring the doorway, the holy light from his omniscient might blinding all but gigX, every man found themselves prostrated in the face of the glory of Garst Tyrell himself.

Tears of rage in his averted eyes, gigX slowly approached Garst. "u were right. those test pussies are backstabers and woudlnt let me defend against the wings wanders ihubs that attacked my innocent entosis links"

With a soft, forgiving smile, Garst's magnificent hands, the pinnacle of masculinity and might, brushed gigX's face. "My child, we shall persevere. Soon, the Circle of Tri will reset everyone, and bring progodlegend back from vacation, and make him pay.

"Now, though, there is only one thing that we can do, one thing to bring your heart to peace."

gigX knew what was expected of him. Bending the knee, first one, than the other, to the great man of the Triumvirate, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. It wasn't long before his jaw was stretched near the breaking point by

A penis so magnificent, so glorious, it could only be forged in the fires of an alliance as elite and precise as the Triumvirate. Weeping with joy, gigX set to work, his lips savoring the shaft like a DRF super drop does a CO2 battleship fleet.

For the first time in months, since he was forced into a coalition with blue donuteers and backstabbers, the innocent, kind, gentle, intelligent leader of Circle-of-Two knew peace.

And when Garst Tyrell finally gave forth his seed with a great cry to the heavens above, gigX knew his alliance would survive, and even thrive, while these risk-averse pussies that made up the rest of EVE suffered.