Black Monk Customer Services Dept.
Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 10:51 pm
Having taken advantage of the financial services offered by this fraternity, and being certain of a fair deal - having read their promotional material, and listened to their advertising broadcasts - imagine my surprise when, although only a month overdue, one of their holy spacecraft drew near my Falcon-S!
Of course I blew it up at once, left the galaxy, was greeted by another emissary of darkness, Q-mined it, sold my load of narcotics & firearms for a goodly sum, which I immediately spent, and to cut a long story short, when - in the fullness of time - I was obliged to EjectEscapePod, who should rescue me but The Bank Of St.Herod?
Anyone who has similarly overlooked a due payment to this mob of goons will sympathise with my depleted condition after leaving their Branch Manager's office and launching into the cold lonely vacuum of space - only it wasn't actually that lonely! Of-course, I immediately re-docked in their space-port, hoping to re-equip my ship at their very reasonable prices (clearly the hardware they sell is of a superior quality: I feel that buying eqpt. anywhere else is a false economy..and I voiced the opinion). Well, vile sinner that I am, no such respite was afforded! I got away OK ("sort of" OK) and have visited their excellent facilities 2 or 3 times since. They say that they are surprised to see me!
They decline by business, however.
Fools.
Will they persist in this offishness? Will my blowing up their gunships lower my standing further in their eyes, despite creating many profitable insurance opportunities? How long will I be unwelcome at their Temples of Mammon?
They let me in alright, but restrict my activities to the following choices:
1. Departing
Of course I blew it up at once, left the galaxy, was greeted by another emissary of darkness, Q-mined it, sold my load of narcotics & firearms for a goodly sum, which I immediately spent, and to cut a long story short, when - in the fullness of time - I was obliged to EjectEscapePod, who should rescue me but The Bank Of St.Herod?
Anyone who has similarly overlooked a due payment to this mob of goons will sympathise with my depleted condition after leaving their Branch Manager's office and launching into the cold lonely vacuum of space - only it wasn't actually that lonely! Of-course, I immediately re-docked in their space-port, hoping to re-equip my ship at their very reasonable prices (clearly the hardware they sell is of a superior quality: I feel that buying eqpt. anywhere else is a false economy..and I voiced the opinion). Well, vile sinner that I am, no such respite was afforded! I got away OK ("sort of" OK) and have visited their excellent facilities 2 or 3 times since. They say that they are surprised to see me!
They decline by business, however.
Fools.
Will they persist in this offishness? Will my blowing up their gunships lower my standing further in their eyes, despite creating many profitable insurance opportunities? How long will I be unwelcome at their Temples of Mammon?
They let me in alright, but restrict my activities to the following choices:
1. Departing