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BUMMING IS THE WAY!
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History
The Holy Trinity of the Space Bums
The galaxy was a cruel and lawless place until three outcasts joined forces to change the game: Reaper the Bounty Pilot, Yotes the Prophet, and Mojo the Shady Businessman. Together, they forged a legacy of chaos, freedom, and intergalactic mischief as the founders of the Space Bums.
Reaper the Bounty Pilot
Reaper was once a fearsome bounty hunter, feared for their precision and relentless pursuit. After being betrayed by a client and left for dead, Reaper abandoned loyalty to the system and vowed to live by their own rules. They became a rogue pilot, thriving on the chaos of the hunt.
Yotes the Prophet
Called “Thee Bum of Bums,” Yotes was a drifter with an uncanny knack for survival and a philosophy of cosmic laziness. Preaching the gospel of freedom, they inspired anyone willing to listen: “The galaxy doesn’t need another hero—it needs bums.” Their mysterious nature made them both revered and ridiculous.
Mojo the Shady Businessman
Mojo was the ultimate hustler, dressed to impress and always working an angle. From smuggling contraband to running scams, Mojo’s silver tongue kept credits flowing and enemies guessing. He could talk his way out of anything—and often into bigger trouble.
The Space Bums Are Born
The trio first met on Grim Hex, a scrap-ridden asteroid where only the desperate survived. Reaper sought a crew, Yotes was preaching to barflies, and Mojo was fleecing drunk miners. A bar brawl and chaotic escape later, they realized their combined talents made them unstoppable.
They formed the Space Bums, a misfit cult dedicated to bounty hunting, looting, and living by no rules but their own.
Reaper handled the piloting and combat.
Yotes inspired the crew with wild luck and wilder visions.
Mojo ensured their coffers stayed full—often through morally questionable deals.
Their reputation spread like wildfire as they crashed corporate auctions, looted caravans, and turned bounty hunts into drunken escapades. Their motto: “Bumming is the way.”
The Legacy
The founders disappeared as mysteriously as they appeared. Some say Reaper still hunts, Yotes ascended to a higher plane of Bum-dom, and Mojo runs a shadow empire of scams. Their myth lives on in every Space Bum who dares to embrace chaos, reject the grind, and thrive in the freedom of the stars.
In their honor, the Space Bums remain a brotherhood of misfits, proving the galaxy wrong every time they survive another day.
Why strive when you can thrive? Bum is the way.
Manifesto
The Sacred Call of the Space Bums
Greetings, wanderer. We see you. Drifting in the void, searching for meaning, purpose, or maybe just a reason to log back in. Let us show you the way.
We are the Space Bums—nomads of the galaxy, masters of the grind, and hunters of bounties. Some call us drifters. Others call us outlaws. But we know the truth: we are free.
Join us, and leave behind the shackles of ambition and obligation. Together, we:
Roam the Stars: From dusty spaceports to glittering nebulae, the galaxy is our home—and our playground.
Hunt for Glory: We thrive on the thrill of the chase. Whether it’s a bounty on a rival or loot ripe for the taking, we live for the pursuit.
Live for the Bum Life: No schedules. No stress. Just endless exploration, chaotic mischief, and enough credits to keep the engines running.
Reclaim Power: The weak-minded think they’re powerless—but not with us. With Space Bums, you’ll learn that your strength lies in letting go of the grind and embracing the chaos.
Your journey begins when you say the words: “I am a Bum.”
Come. Join the only crew that doesn’t ask you to be perfect, just present. Let’s bum around, wreak havoc, and leave our mark on the galaxy. Together, we are more than a cult. We are a movement.
Charter
Charter of the Space Bums
Preamble:
We, the misfits, outlaws, and wanderers of the stars, unite under the banner of the Space Bums. Guided by the chaos-loving spirits of our founders—Reaper the Bounty Pilot, Yotes the Prophet, and Mojo the Shady Businessman—we pledge to live free, hunt boldly, and bum without boundaries.
Article I: Purpose
The Space Bums exist to:
Create a community for the aimless and adventurous.
Pursue bounties, loot, and mischief across the galaxy.
Embrace a life of freedom, laughter, and low expectations.
Article II: Membership
Membership is open to anyone who dares to call themselves a Bum.
Loyalty is to the crew, not the system.
All members are equal—whether you’re broke, brilliant, or just lucky.
Article III: Code of Conduct
Respect the Bum Way: No grind, no guilt, no regrets.
Share the spoils: Every bum gets their fair cut of the loot.
Never take life (or yourself) too seriously.
Outsmart the powerful and humiliate the arrogant—whenever possible.
Fly recklessly but land alive (preferably).
Article IV: Leadership
The Space Bums reject rigid hierarchy. However, the crew may recognize leaders in moments of crisis (or to blame when things go wrong). Decisions are made collectively or through rock-paper-scissors.
Article V: Operations
Bounty Runs: All crew members are expected to contribute to the hunt, whether by piloting, scheming, or distracting the target.
Bumming Around: Wandering the stars with no destination is a sacred duty.
Propaganda: Spread the Bum Way through chaos, charm, or questionable marketing.
Article VI: Founders’ Honor
The Space Bums shall always uphold the values of the founders:
Reaper’s Daring: Never fear the hunt.
Yotes’ Wisdom: Trust luck and embrace the unexpected.
Mojo’s Hustle: Always make the deal—especially if it’s shady.
Article VII: Dissolution
The Space Bums cannot truly dissolve, for as long as a single Bum roams the galaxy, the spirit of the movement endures.
Ratification:
By declaring yourself a Bum and shouting “Why strive when you can thrive?”, you affirm this charter and join the ranks of the Space Bums.