Though The Mittani may miss out on the fun of participating in a fleet action, quietly shuffling pieces across the starlit board brings its own reward. “If you’re even mildly sadistic, or at least enjoy seeing the lamentations of people you dislike, this job is amazing fun,” he explains while showing me a copy of Lotka Volterra’s private forums, pointing out a few particularly amusing deceptions. He refers to his “job” as a “meta-game,” a game-within-a-game. Like the Men in Black, he is above the system–beyond the system. Anonymity is his name; the GoonSwarm battle cry of “fofofo” his native tongue.
When I was a young punk I dyed my hair, sneered at everyone, and thought “Kill your parents” was an arch joke. Now my generation dyes their hair (to hide the grey), sneers at the camera, and exhorts you to let your parents die for their stock options. We have
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As entertainment a while back, I used to tell the story of World War One. It was great fun at parties. I’d get rolling during work lunches at bougie little lunch places, and half of the establishment would be staring balefully at our table around the time I cut