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DYZRUPTIV HULIGANS INC / DYZRUPT
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Smuggling -
Piracy
History
It all started because Myzkreynt got drunk at a bar in Lorville and bought a Cutlass Black he couldn’t afford.
That’s it. That’s the origin story.
No grand vision. No manifesto written under starlight. Just a guy with an empty cargo hold, a hangover, and the sudden realization that legitimate work in the UEE pays about as well as it sounds. So he did what any reasonable person would do — he started doing unreasonable things.
The early days were rough. Myzkreynt once hauled 46 SCU of Steel to the wrong station, sold it at a loss, then celebrated like he’d pulled off the heist of the century. He’s been kicked out of every bar on Hurston — not for fighting, but for being “aggressively annoying.” There’s a bartender at Everus Harbor who still won’t make eye contact with him.
But somehow — through sheer stubbornness, dumb luck, and a complete refusal to read the room — the man kept showing up. He ran routes when his account was nearly zeroed out. He took bounties that smarter pilots passed on. He flew into Pyro with half a tank and a prayer, and came back with a full hold and a story nobody believed.
People started noticing. Not because he was the best — he absolutely was not — but because he simply would not stop. One by one, like-minded degenerates started showing up. Pilots who’d rather split a score than split hairs. Crews who valued loyalty over legality. The kind of people who hear “that’s a terrible idea” and take it as encouragement.
And that’s how DYZRUPTIV HÜLIGANZ INC. was born. Not from greatness — from stubbornness, bad decisions, and the unshakable belief that the verse owes us money and we’re here to collect.
Myzkreynt’s still in charge. God help us all.
Manifesto
A Living Document. Mostly Because It Keeps Getting Confiscated.
Article I: The Honest Truth About Dishonesty
Let’s not pretend. The UEE economy is rigged. The corporations get fat. The politicians get fatter. And the rest of us are out here hauling Aluminum at 400 aUEC profit per unit like that’s supposed to mean something. We reject this. Not on moral grounds — we don’t have those — but on financial ones.
Article II: Our Core Values
Get Paid. Everything else is negotiable.
Loyalty Over Legality. We don’t care what the law says. We care what the crew says. You ride with us, we ride with you. You cross us, and we’ll sell your ship components at Port Tressler while you’re still wondering what happened.
No Snitching. This isn’t a suggestion. This is scripture.
Equal Opportunity Chaos. We don’t discriminate. Any pilot, any ship, any background. If you can fly, fight, or at minimum carry boxes without dropping them, you’re in.
Never Fly Empty. If your hold is empty, you’re not trying hard enough. Somebody somewhere is buying something, and it’s our job to have it — whether we bought it, found it, or “found” it.
Article III: On the Subject of Crime
We prefer the term “creative commerce.” Smuggling is just logistics with better stories. Piracy is just shipping and receiving from the other end. And bounty hunting? That’s just freelance HR.
Article IV: Myzkreynt’s Law
Our founder once said, “If it ain’t bolted down, it’s cargo. If it is bolted down, bring a bigger ship.” This has been our guiding principle since day one, and frankly it hasn’t failed us yet. It hasn’t always worked either, but that’s a different conversation.
Article V: What We Promise Our Members
We promise you nothing. Literally nothing. No salary, no benefits, no dental. What we offer is opportunity — the kind that doesn’t show up on job boards. You’ll make money. You’ll lose money. You’ll definitely lose a ship or two. But you’ll never be bored, and you’ll never haul Agricultural Supplies for minimum wage again.
Article VI: On Relations With Other Organizations
We are open to diplomacy, alliances, and mutually beneficial arrangements. We are also open to robbing you blind if the numbers make sense. Nothing personal. It’s just math.
Article VII: The Bottom Line
The verse doesn’t owe us anything. But we’re going to collect anyway. Every run, every score, every slightly-too-good-to-be-true deal at some backwater outpost — that’s the HÜLIGANZ way. We didn’t start this org to play it safe. We started it because Myzkreynt was broke, stubborn, and too dumb to quit.
And now look at us. Still broke. Still stubborn. But at least we’re not alone.
Signed,
Myzkreynt — Founder, CEO, and Chief Problem
DYZRUPTIV HÜLIGANZ INC.
Charter
The Rules. Well… Rule.
Look, we’re not complicated people. Some orgs have bylaws, codes of conduct, subcommittees, and a 47-page document about proper radio etiquette. Good for them. We have one rule, and it has served us just fine.
RULE 1: You mess with one HÜLIGAN, you mess with all of us.
That’s it. That’s the charter.
There is no Rule 2. We tried writing more rules once. Myzkreynt got bored halfway through and went to go rob a cargo hauler. Nobody argued.
But let’s be clear about what Rule 1 means, because some people need things spelled out:
If you shoot at one of our ships, every HÜLIGAN in the system is already on the way. If you gank one of our runners, congratulations — you just made the list, and the list doesn’t have an expiration date. If you scam one of our members at a trade terminal, we will find you, we will find your ship, and we will redistribute its contents among ourselves in a spirit of community and togetherness.
We don’t start fights. That’s not true, actually — we absolutely start fights. But we especially finish them.
This isn’t a corporation. This isn’t a military. This is a gang. We operate like one. You wear the tag, you’re family. Dysfunctional, loud, occasionally broke family — but family. And family shows up.
That’s the deal. One rule. No exceptions. No fine print.
You ride with the HÜLIGANZ, the HÜLIGANZ ride with you.
Don’t overthink it.
