O Great Snail, Giver of grind and taker of ISK, We bow our heads before your sacred mechanics.
Bless our probes, that they may find content. Bless our cloaks, that they may remain unseen. Grant us altitude of mind, energy of position, And enemies who should’ve side climbed.
May their mistakes be many, Their overconfidence absolute, And their escape vectors poorly managed.
We accept the loss mails you demand, For we know balance is fine And everything works as intended.
Praise the Snail. We live in the hole. We punish those who don’t climb.