The Graveyard / GRAVEYARDC

It all began with a warning. “Don’t do it,” one said “Don’t start” another added, even I myself made my voice heard as “Don’t go down this road.”
But against the words of his brethren, the Prophet chose “Bet.” and re-entered the verse where the others welcomed him with open arms and cautionary tales.

Some time had passed since he had originally become a citizen of the stars, so long in fact that it all felt fresh and new. I mean to be fair the same could be said for myself, for it was thanks to the Prophet that I have been dragged back in with the hopes of attaining a few ships. But I digress, our Prophet was like a newborn, and stumbled around just like one proper but with a curiosity to match and an eagerness to learn as he started picking things up.

His journey included close confidants, fellow members of the Graveyard and long time comrades of his whom have spent a fair bit of time amongst the stars since the expanse opened to them. Consistently? Ehh, maybe a bit but maybe not. However enough to be very familiar with most of the ins and outs on how to get by. Also coming packed with ships of their own to really make our Prophet feel like the pauper I am (with my Aurora Mk. 1 while he flies a nice ship), but it still pales in comparison to the majesty he was shown.

But being shown the ropes, learning through some silly ventures he set out into space, out to make his own profits with their aid and funny enough just as they were speaking of being wary of conflict they were interdicted mid jump. Now were they the primary target? Who knows, but they did pick a fight that was promptly lost, not without inflicting some damage but a loss is a loss.

This did not curb our prophet’s enthusiasm however, and returning to the expanse did he do with great eagerness! Meeting new friends, finding more help, crewing bigger ships he had gained much knowledge and enjoyable experiences, enough to know he truly was happy to be in the vast sea of stars, even if sometimes he had a cargo crate flung at him via tractor beam (sometimes self inflicted), or other various incident.

But these experiences are what lead us here, the want for a larger community and the founding of The Graveyard. Desiring a chill zone with like-minded people who simply wish to have fun together, the organization was founded with the Prophet at the helm. And even if he isn’t the most seasoned of veterans, we follow him into the black not because of an assurance of knowledge, but a spirit of comradery and appreciation of humor (and knowing we can all get a lark hurling things at him with tractor beams).
Also he is the cult leader, so it’s somewhat mandatory.
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