Krampus Inc. Focus Group Testing

[Dratai]

The kicker here sounds like it's "potential gift drops".

So basically I'm going to need to consider things that could drop?
At least that's how my brain is parsing it, which restricts a little what I could suggest, hmm...

I mean the joke answer is "a mining array that punches through things faster" but specifically only big rocks

The "serious" answer? (as in one I could see being alright to implement)
Tickets you can redeem for aesthetical equipment. Like being able to grab a funny engine colour from a faction of your choice without needing to involve a second player.
Yes I know you can get a basic colour on barrier gate but they have the same 'trail'...
Or flashpoint 'generic gun with colour x'.

Yes, I am threatening the server with christmas rave ships.

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One of these days, there will be a clever, stylish and/or funny signature here.
This is still not that day, however.

[Apollo.]

Diar crampus :3

I wisch four tis cristusmas bekomming unbanneddedede
Tanks :3

With love
Your dear Apollo

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[Burnsie]

KRAMPUS / WAMPUS
A neon-lit poem hurled from the void…

O Krampus, accept this poem tossed into the night,
a neon bright rhyme that refuses to act right,
crafted in cosmic glitter and chaotic delight,
wrapped in madness and questionable insight,
and shouted across Sirius as our seasonal invite.

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We bring you these verses with mischief to spare,
built from rhymes wobbling wildly through air,
pulsing in purple like a beacon unaware,
stacked in layers because why not over-prepare,
and shimmering simply for flare.

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For you, Krampus, this poem is chaotically deployed,
with rhythms unsteady but strangely enjoyed,
written in hues every Bomad has surely employed,
colors so radiant even we are annoyed,
and crafted with love by pilots paranoid.

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So may your eyes shine bright as cosmic defeat,
may your claws tap beats no mortal could repeat,
may your laughter break scanners with radiant heat,
may every RP arc be wild, weird, and elite
except Powertraders. They get turbulence. Sweet.

A Small Christmas Wish

Since it is the season of light and small miracles…
and since our community is small, passionate, and human…
may we remember that people make mistakes, grow, and change.
A second chance where appropriate can bring someone back into the fold,
and keep our shared corner of space alive, warm, and welcoming.

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[Luke.]

Krampus Inc. would like to remind the folks in the line with their wishes in hand, that it is not possible to bring back fellow humans from banishment. We convened with the green-coloured menaces responsible for the deeds and unfortunately they have a seemingly deliberate habit of losing the keys upon locking each gate, but they are nevertheless set to open again after individually set periods of time have passed.

Thank you for your co-operation on this matter!

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[The_Godslayer]

And here I was preparing for the Third Great Troll War

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"

[Groshyr]

Dear Krampus, I would like a different engine for one of my ships - a beloved Valor of mine that was in Gallic Royal Enclave and led the Enclave Defence Authority back to their motherland, Gallic Navy, then a flagship of the Gallic Security Bureau and now something I will focus my attention on. So can I get some nice cosmetics for her?

[Enkidu]

This image is invisible for the British.

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)

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[Enkidu]

KRAMPUS / WAMPUS
A neon-lit poem hurled from the void…

O Krampus, accept this poem tossed into the night,
a neon bright rhyme that refuses to act right,
crafted in cosmic glitter and chaotic delight,
wrapped in madness and questionable insight,
and shouted across Sirius as our seasonal invite.

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We bring you these verses with mischief to spare,
built from rhymes wobbling wildly through air,
pulsing in purple like a beacon unaware,
stacked in layers because why not over-prepare,
and shimmering simply for flare.

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For you, Krampus, this poem is chaotically deployed,
with rhythms unsteady but strangely enjoyed,
written in hues every Bomad has surely employed,
colors so radiant even we are annoyed,
and crafted with love by pilots paranoid.

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So may your eyes shine bright as cosmic defeat,
may your claws tap beats no mortal could repeat,
may your laughter break scanners with radiant heat,
may every RP arc be wild, weird, and elite
except Powertraders. They get turbulence. Sweet.

A Small Christmas Wish

Since it is the season of light and small miracles…
and since our community is small, passionate, and human…
may we remember that people make mistakes, grow, and change.
A second chance where appropriate can bring someone back into the fold,
and keep our shared corner of space alive, warm, and welcoming.

This made me grin from ear to ear.

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)

Information | Recruitment | Message Dump |
Feedback | Diplomatic channel

(Links pending redevelopment).

[Lusitano]

Krampus just said that my fertilizers smell like poo ... I want the fertilizers to smell like lavender ... and i'm not smiling

[Kayla Trevarthian]

Dear Krampus:

Well m'first wish would be.
All I want for Christmas is my Geisha back, my Geisha back, My Geisha back.
If I could only have my Geisha back, Then I would be a happy camper.

However, I know this is not possible, so my next wish would be a bluebird thruster.

I have been a very good girl this year and would love to see this under my tree. Thank you.