My Official Declaration of War!

Your idea of war is old men fighting and young men dying. They are wars without honor. People fight those wars because they are told to, not because they believe in them. I fight for me. It is my will to fight. No one has told me to, but I take up arms none the less. Yes your governments will brand me as a pirate, a terrorist, but it is a war I fight. In a siege is not a valid tactic to starve them out and burn their crops. I am not blind so much that I do not know I cannot take on their navies alone, but I can still make them bleed.



And may one day those slaves you rule over strangle you while you slumber.

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Remind me again why you suddenly deem yourself my master to give me tasks? As I said I am free



Ugh, do I have to spell everything out. I provided enough clues already

Free? How can you be free when you are fighting a war? :D

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Well as I always say - when life gives you lemons, burn life's house down.

Yes, then they send a SWAT team to your door. :D Days have changed. Selling you lemons and lies are all legally sanctioned!
 
Well as I always say - when life gives you lemons, burn life's house down.

“When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give you lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”
 
I want excitement, thrill, the "danger" that I crave. .

Yeah man fight apathy!

... ..or don't. I think I'll head to the Pleiades nebula next. You'll never ever catch me or the likes of me. Just saying, nothin personal, only trying to roleplay here too...*shrug*.
 
Posts like that remind of the movie "Falling Down" ;)

It makes me wonder.... what - on earth - caused that Player to pass his breaking point ?
What made him go "Snap!" ?

Player talking to his ship :
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As mentioned by myself and others I am awakened. I look upon the galaxy with both anger and sadness. Anger for those who would seek to rule others, and a sadness for those who will never experience, let alone even be aware of, the freedom that I have come to know.

As far a cinema representation of my feeling and my purpose, I would quote to you from one of my personal favorites. Had to clean it up for the blasted swear filter however

-"Man, I see the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy things we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very ticked off."

He hasn't found his breaking point,
he has finally awoke.

What is the sense of following laws made from others for others,
while your own moral-compass is oppressed,
and your innermost truth quenched with the waters of consumism,
meds put into the water recyclers and slaves of pleasure to keep your temper?

The galaxy is open and vulnerable, now is the time
of blazing your own trail.

No better words could be spoken. You, Sir, are a true disciple.

This is what I read

I do commend your efforts in trying to goad me into an argument or is some way cause me anger with what you most surely view as a "witty" comment. Unfortunately your lack luster attempt has fallen quite short.
 
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Now this is what I am talking about! I hope to run into you with my Type-6 Transport. This right here folks, is stuff that makes the game fun.

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[video=youtube;Cr1Y2o2WJk8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cr1Y2o2WJk8[/video]

My tribute.

Like ClockCrew much?
 
You will be brought to heel by the Federation and you will pay your taxes like a good citizen. Therapy is available for any delusional characters who seek an alternative path.
 
[video=youtube;oPr8ZqRHTQo]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPr8ZqRHTQo[/video]

Here is some music to make this thread even more epic.
 
I have lived in the galaxy playing by the rules and laws for all my life, and I am done with it. I have bounty hunted and traded my way to the place I am, and I still find that I missing something. No matter what new upgrade I install it is never enough to completely satisfy my hunger. I want excitement, thrill, the "danger" that I crave. I want to be both feared and hated. I want hushed silence when I enter a room. I don't only want to hunt, but I want to be hunted. I want to have to look over my shoulder and be paranoid. I want the excitement when I get the jump on my prey, and the panic when I become the prey. I am done with existing in the galaxy as other people as the "Right Way". I am done being the nice guy.

Consider this an official Declaration of War! A war not against governments or political powers. My war has no boundaries, no allegiances, no "Rules". I will fight my war in any manner I deem fit, attack anyone whom I deem worthy, steal anything that I want. If you trade within the my area of space be prepared to pay a toll in cargo, and if necessary your life. If you hunt down criminals by the will of corrupt governments, then you are my enemy and I will take pleasure in watching you burn.

To show my dedication I have destroyed all that I own. My millions, my ships, everything wiped clean. They were all earned being someone else's lackey and doing someone else's bidding. I will start from the beginning. No credit from here on out shall be earned "legitimately".

I shall not trade or mine, but instead take from those who do. I will not bend to the will of others, but force my will upon them. Neither Federation, Alliance, or Empire will know me as "Friend" and I will have no safe haven among them. They will come for my head, and when the smoke clears I will still be there. I shall live at the edge of the sword, I shall live on the fringes of what you call "Civilization", but most importantly I shall live FREE!

For those who find their lives empty, meaningless, and shallow, I invite you to join with me. Strip yourselves of your slavery and break thru your bondage. Cast out the irons placed upon your wrists and become your own masters. Live by no one else's will but your own. Together we can once again make the galaxy the dangerous place we all hope it could be.

For those who cling to their bondage, unwilling to pursue their own destinies, I give unto you a warning. If you have anything I want I will take it. Resist and you will be shown no quarter. There will be no negations or second chances. If you fall into my grasp and do not pay for my mercy then you will be shown none. I will ripple your vessels with a glorious hell fire of which you have never seen, and will delight in the sight of your wreckage left behind.

For those who would seek to stop me, those that will hunt me down, I have but two words to give unto you. Game On.

Funny. Your avatar fits your rage :)
 
I have lived in the galaxy playing by the rules and laws for all my life, and I am done with it. I have bounty hunted and traded my way to the place I am, and I still find that I missing something. No matter what new upgrade I install it is never enough to completely satisfy my hunger. I want excitement, thrill, the "danger" that I crave. I want to be both feared and hated. I want hushed silence when I enter a room. I don't only want to hunt, but I want to be hunted. I want to have to look over my shoulder and be paranoid. I want the excitement when I get the jump on my prey, and the panic when I become the prey. I am done with existing in the galaxy as other people as the "Right Way". I am done being the nice guy.

Consider this an official Declaration of War! A war not against governments or political powers. My war has no boundaries, no allegiances, no "Rules". I will fight my war in any manner I deem fit, attack anyone whom I deem worthy, steal anything that I want. If you trade within the my area of space be prepared to pay a toll in cargo, and if necessary your life. If you hunt down criminals by the will of corrupt governments, then you are my enemy and I will take pleasure in watching you burn.

To show my dedication I have destroyed all that I own. My millions, my ships, everything wiped clean. They were all earned being someone else's lackey and doing someone else's bidding. I will start from the beginning. No credit from here on out shall be earned "legitimately".

I shall not trade or mine, but instead take from those who do. I will not bend to the will of others, but force my will upon them. Neither Federation, Alliance, or Empire will know me as "Friend" and I will have no safe haven among them. They will come for my head, and when the smoke clears I will still be there. I shall live at the edge of the sword, I shall live on the fringes of what you call "Civilization", but most importantly I shall live FREE!

For those who find their lives empty, meaningless, and shallow, I invite you to join with me. Strip yourselves of your slavery and break thru your bondage. Cast out the irons placed upon your wrists and become your own masters. Live by no one else's will but your own. Together we can once again make the galaxy the dangerous place we all hope it could be.

For those who cling to their bondage, unwilling to pursue their own destinies, I give unto you a warning. If you have anything I want I will take it. Resist and you will be shown no quarter. There will be no negations or second chances. If you fall into my grasp and do not pay for my mercy then you will be shown none. I will ripple your vessels with a glorious hell fire of which you have never seen, and will delight in the sight of your wreckage left behind.

For those who would seek to stop me, those that will hunt me down, I have but two words to give unto you. Game On.

I like the cut of your jib matey, Unfortunately Ref Minor is an honest fellow, hopefully the authorities will soon allow extra pilots licences to be issued as I know a more piratical chap who would be itching to join your crusade
 
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