MAYHEMSTOILET / 888999888

  • Syndicate
  • Regular
  • Bounty Hunting
    Bounty Hunting
  • Piracy
    Piracy

Step aboard, ye daring souls, and join the fiercest crew to sail the seven systems! We’re not lookin’ for landlubbers or lily-livered cowards—we want rogues with grit, hunger for gold, and a love for the freedom only piracy can bring.



History

In the cold void between the stars, where empires rise and fall and corporate fleets choke entire systems, mayhemstoilet was born in rebellion.

Originally a ragtag crew of deserters, smugglers, and exiled nobles, the mayhems took to the fringes of known space, where law is a rumor and freedom is a gamble. Operating from the shattered remains of a forgotten war station hidden within a nebula, they forged an identity not from flags or creeds, but from shared defiance.

Over time, the mayhemstoilet became legend. Their sleek, heavily armed ships strike from the dark swift, silent and deadly. Convoys disappear, databanks are wiped clean, and prisoners return whispering tales of ships flying black flags under crimson stars.

But the mayhems aren’t just thieves. They see themselves as liberators of the stars—breaking monopolies, burning corporate warships, and redistributing what the powerful hoard. To some, they are villains. To others, they are heroes. To all, they are a force to be feared and respected.

Manifesto

⚓️ The Mayhems Toilet Manifesto ⚓️

We are the Forgotten, the Fearless, the Free.
Born of storm and salt, bound not by kings or crowns. We sail not for nations, but for ourselves — and for the gold that glitters beneath their greed.

Our Code is Law, and Law is Ours.
We answer to none but our crew and the code we swear by. All hands are equal, all voices heard. No tyrants, no cowards, no traitors.

To Plunder and Protect.
We take what we will — not from the helpless, but from the hoarding. We leave no brother behind and no grudge unpaid. A blade for our kin, a reckoning for our enemies.

Freedom is the Tide We Ride.
We bow to no chain. No flag but our own shall fly above us. Each dawn is ours to claim — by wit, by will, by cannonfire if we must.

In Rum and Fire, We Trust.
Life is short and the sea is wide. Feast when you can. Fight when you must. And if death comes, let it find us laughing.

We are the Mayhems Toilet.
Not crew. Not fleet. Brotherhood.
Not thieves. Not villains. Legends.

Charter

We are a collective of outlaws, opportunists, smugglers, and spacefaring pirates who reject the corporate chains and military rules of the UEE. Our lives are built on freedom, fearlessness, and fortune — taken, not given.

Whether it’s raiding convoys, intercepting high-value targets, or dealing in black market goods, we live by our own code in the lawless stretches of the ‘verse.