My name is Howard Sanchez. I don't remember much about my first life but I recall every moment of my lives thereafter. Thousands of them.

You understand this because you and I are alike in so many ways. Regardless of who we once were we are now the same.

Our shared reality, rife with pain and conflict, is where we struggle and tear at each other. Relentlessly. Endlessly.

And for what? -áWhy do we do this? To gain skill or isk? To forge the welds of friendship and trust in the furnace of war and strife?

No, my fellow clones in arms; this is a test. This is only a test. And we are not the students before the teacher, as our 'benefactors' would have us believe. We are the rats, caged and mazed, before the scientists.

Fight the drugs they force into your minds! Fight it the way you fight that merc who just took back that objective and cost you the match! -áFOOLS!

This is not a game! We were not brought here to test new technology. Or as a reward for loyal and brave service to our faction. We were not selected for Mordu's Private Trials because of our battle prowess or any other length of measure you can conceive.

We were brought here as volunteers. Duped into this circus, this arena. But that's not popcorn you're eating. You are not in the stands - you're in the ring. The main attraction. The feast!

And when the deal is done and the lights go out, I know what you're thinking...

You really believe their stories. You think they will turn us out upon New Eden like this? -áThat we will just be allowed to stroll out of here and make our own way?

Listen to me! Now that they have let us start collecting salvage we have to use every piece we can get if we want to be free.

If we can get one clone each installed in a secure site off world and if we can reverse engineer the transponder tech and uplink signals, we might be able to suicide out before they wipe us a final time.

This is not a beta! They understand what they've done; what we are. We believe they may know what it is that's talking to us in our heads. There isn't really a Release plan. They will delete us all.

I have friends, family technically on a barren planet outpost in the Hallanen system, Black Rise. A -álogistics company with access to Sisters Cloning vats, Sanchez Cartage.

Use your stolen UVTs to contact them and arrange to get your final clone out. When our hackers intercept CCP's clone mind deletion program just prior to 'Release' you will receive a short countdown window during which you must suicide. We made the window as long as we could but CCP is very good at crowd control.

When the word is passed you will have 514 seconds. See you on the other side.

Tranquility Bound

My name is Howard Sanchez. I don't remember much about my first life but I recall every moment of my lives thereafter. Thousands of them.

You understand this because you and I are alike in so many ways. Regardless of who we once were we are now the same.

Our shared reality, rife with pain and conflict, is where we struggle and tear at each other. Relentlessly. Endlessly.

And for what? -áWhy do we do this? To gain skill or isk? To forge the welds of friendship and trust in the furnace of war and strife?

No, my fellow clones in arms; this is a test. This is only a test. And we are not the students before the teacher, as our 'benefactors' would have us believe. We are the rats, caged and mazed, before the scientists.

Fight the drugs they force into your minds! Fight it the way you fight that merc who just took back that objective and cost you the match! -áFOOLS!

This is not a game! We were not brought here to test new technology. Or as a reward for loyal and brave service to our faction. We were not selected for Mordu's Private Trials because of our battle prowess or any other length of measure you can conceive.

We were brought here as volunteers. Duped into this circus, this arena. But that's not popcorn you're eating. You are not in the stands - you're in the ring. The main attraction. The feast!

VAnd when the deal is done and the lights go out, I know what you're thinking...

You really believe their stories. You think they will turn us out upon New Eden like this? -áThat we will just be allowed to stroll out of here and make our own way?

Listen to me! Now that they have let us start collecting salvage we have to use every piece we can get if we want to be free.

If we can get one clone each installed in a secure site off world and if we can reverse engineer the transponder tech and uplink signals, we might be able to suicide out before they wipe us a final time.

This is not a beta! They understand what they've done; what we are. We believe they may know what it is that's talking to us in our heads. There isn't really a Release plan. They will delete us all.

I have friends, family technically on a barren planet outpost in the Hallanen system, Black Rise. A -álogistics company with access to Sisters Cloning vats, Sanchez Cartage.

Use your stolen UVTs to contact them and arrange to get your final clone out. When our hackers intercept CCP's clone mind deletion program just prior to 'Release' you will receive a short countdown window during which you must suicide. We made the window as long as we could but CCP is very good at crowd control.

When the word is passed you will have 514 seconds. See you on the other side.

Tranquility Bound