Awww, is IND botherin ye again?
Too bad. Ai mean, why dae ye hold such a grudge?
It's not their fault ye all got fired frem Interspace an' Ageira.
Too bad more people don't realize tha' e'ery single Hacker is a dropout who couldn't *hack* it in the big time.
Ye claim your the best? Please, if ye were the bes' ye wouldn't have gotten fired. We don't need to insert spies into the Hackers beacuse we just happen to read yer mail.
See, we reward quality at Interspace, an' iffen ye didn't get rewarded....weel, it says somethin' bout ye.
That's why ai'm so rich. Vacations on Denver, a penthouse on Manhattan, summer homes in Cambridge and New London, fame, wealth, all the trappings.
Nae beacuse i was born intae it, but beacuse ai'm dedicated, intelligent, clever, an' ai worked hard fer twenty years tae get where ai am, so far frem the dockin' bays of Trafalgar.
An' what are ye? Nothing. Robbers who live out on the back end o space, in hollowed out asteroids wit' no amenities an' precious few commodities.
Remember, People of Liberty, next toime someone steals from ye, or ye lose yer job, or ye don't get paid, it's all beacuse of these jumped-up failures wit' delusions of grandeur, who destroy valuable resources like gold ore, plutonium, silver, scrap, and food, resources tha' support the workers of Newark, Detroit Munitions, Pueblo, Houston, and a dozen other places besides,
Who claim to love the people, yet do nothing besides hurt yer economy and terrorize yer citizenry,
Who support the drug trade that claims millions of lives and ruins yer society,
Who liase with the Slavers Union to deliver innocent pilots into eternal servitude,
Who twist an' twist e'ery word intae a noose,
Who shoot and kill the Navy an' Police who protect ye,
Who claim tae look out fer ye, yet work only fer their own self-interest,
Who claim tae be yer friend roight afore they shoot ye in the back,
Who claim tha' corporations support croime, yet stage Rogues and Outcasts and Terrorists roight off their bases,
Who enjoy their bloody work, an' boast an' brag about all the deaths they've caused,
Who, above all, cannae be trusted.
They are murderers. They are liars. They are traitors. And above all, they are complete and utter failures.
E'ery word they utter is a posion in yer moind, meant tae turn ye against the engines of yer economy.
They are snakes in the grass, waitin fer a hard-workin' man tae pass by, so they may jump him an' take what he owns.
At leas' the Xenos hae honor, an' at least the Rogues are honest bout wha' they dae.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|