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The stars are lawless. The loot is endless. And the sane… don’t last long.

Join the Totally Insane Capsuleers — scourge of trade lanes, bane of fleets, legends in every dark corner of the galaxy.

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History Manifesto Charter

History

The Totally Insane Capsuleers: A Brief and Mostly True History

Long before the name Totally Insane Capsuleers struck fear (or at least mild annoyance) across the stars, we were just a band of grumpy old gamers. Veterans forged in two eternal wars:

Escape from Tarkov — where we learned patience, paranoia, and the art of yelling “WHO’S IN THE BUSHES?!” every five minutes. Thousands of hours, millions of rubles lost, and more factory runs than any sane human should endure.

EVE Online — where we discovered betrayal is an art, spreadsheets can be deadlier than battleships, and nothing in life is as terrifying as a surprise 4 a.m. CTAs.

  • We survived Tarkov’s endless wipes.
  • We survived EVE’s endless scams.
  • We survived bad patches, broken mechanics, and developers who hated us just a little.

And somehow, through it all, we didn’t become wiser… just madder.

So we did what any old, salty, trigger-happy vets would do:
p. We threw away sanity, picked up the Jolly Roger, and became the Totally Insane Capsuleers.

Now we roam the void not for progression, not for glory… but because we’ve already wasted thousands of hours on harder games.
p. And if we’re going down, we’re going down laughing.

⚔️ We are the Totally Insane Capsuleers. The grumpy. The broken. The unreasonably persistent.
The universe will bend, or it will burn.

Manifesto

We are not sane.
Sanity is a cage built by empires, corporations, and cowards.
The void does not reward the sane — it swallows them.

We are Totally Insane Capsuleers.
Born in pods, reborn in fire, bound only by the cold vacuum and the thrill of the hunt.

  • We do not bow.
  • We do not kneel.
  • We do not “comply.”

We are the shadow that slips through blockades,
the raiders that burn the convoys,
the laughter that echoes in the wreckage.

Our Creed:

  • Freedom is our oxygen.
  • Madness is our compass.
  • Loot is our birthright.
  • The stars are ours to take.
  • We fly not for survival, but for glory.
  • We kill not for orders, but for joy.
  • We live not in fear, but in legend.

When the sane cling to laws and treaties,
we carve our names in wreckage and starlight.

⚔️ To the weak: fear us.
⚔️ To the bold: join us.
⚔️ To the void: you will never forget us.

We are the chaos between the stars.
We are the Totally Insane Capsuleers.

Charter

The Charter of the Totally Insane Capsuleers ☠️(TICER)☠️

Article I – On Brotherhood & Madness
  • We are bound not by sanity, but by the void.
  • All who sail under the TICER banner are equals, from grizzled vet to fresh lunatic.
  • Respect your crew… until the rum runs out, then it’s every capsuleer for themselves.
Article II – On Loot & Plunder
  • Spoils are to be shared fairly: equal cuts, unless someone forgets to bring ammo (then they get “the idiot’s tax”).
  • Salvage rights go to whoever duct-taped the ship back together mid-battle.
  • All rare loot shall be bragged about loudly and endlessly, preferably in voice chat.
Article III – On Conduct in Battle
  • Cowardice is forbidden. Retreat is only acceptable if it looks like a tactical explosion.
  • Friendly fire is strictly prohibited… unless it’s funny.
  • If your ship explodes, you must curse loudly, laugh harder, and immediately blame lag.
Article IV – On Recruitment
  • Only the insane may apply. Sanity checks are grounds for disqualification.
  • Grumpy old gamers with thousands of hours wasted in Tarkov or EVE Online are given automatic veteran status.
  • New recruits shall be hazed by making them carry the loot or fly the most unstable ship.
Article V – On Drink & Song
  • Synthetic rum is the official fuel of the Capsuleers.
  • Space shanties are encouraged, even in zero-G. Bad singing is not a disqualifier — it’s tradition.
  • Any silence longer than 10 seconds in comms must be broken with a joke, complaint, or curse.
Article VI – On Legacy
  • We are not here for victory screens, leaderboards, or sanity.
  • We are here for chaos, camaraderie, and the legend of our own stupidity.
  • The stars themselves will remember the TICER.

Heading Four. Signed in madness, sealed in plasma burns, upheld in eternal laughter.