Ok, so i'm going to make some fanfiction here.
We have Badger, a burly Norwegian dude who provides internet services and Mole, an ex-military guy who lives in the middle of nowheresville, with uncertain relations with demon cows.
Both have been dumped from their clans for crimes they didn't commit.
Now both have escaped from the faithful backers to the Call of Duty underground.
Today, still wanted by CIG for their wallets, they survive as gamers of fortune.
If you have a problem, If no one else can help and if you can find them. Maybe you can hire, The Orkney-Team.
All fine...except that the burly and bearded Badger is as Scottish as I am...and still an ethnic minority up here in the land of the Vikings. We were also members of the same clan through invitation, but the clan leader had his latest episode of clearing out the foulest doubters and mostly inactive SC players...as he's done often in the past once he's had a few glasses of finest red, it was completely impersonal and without prior warning or as much as a heads up...but ultimately, nothing more complicated than that.
Badger and I, being mates (and gamers) first and SC clan members second, play lots of other games, practically all of them outside of the limited clan interests in survival or MMO type of games they often played, I suspect we were never a good fit or ripe for favouritism amidst the mostly star citizen cliqueish mentality.
We're also both long term concierge and have been active SC players (on and off) since 2015 or thereabouts...it's not like either of us were ever short on the clan invites or anything, we just don't play or take Ci~G or SC seriously enough to be that fussed about clan membership at the end of the day.
We had some good nights in star citizen with the clan during the all too brief periods we were all interested in the game at the same time, ultimately, there's no hard feelings on either side since Badger and I don't really care and I'm sure the clan don't miss us too much either
