But I got a word of warning for all you would-be Goon hunters. When you join Mitten's enemies list, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every Goon hunter owes me one hundred Goonsicles. And I want my Goonsicles. And all y'all will git me one hundred Goonsicles, taken from the ships of one hundred dead Goons. Or you will die tryin'.
You'll recall from Inglourious Carebears that Mittens has established an enemies list. If you're on it, you're instantly elevated to super-star status. Instant celebrity. Velvet ropes at the best clubs are pulled aside for you. Johnny Depp and Beyonce want to hang out at your table and buy you drinks.
Best of all, you get to hunt Goons. For free.
'Cause. let me tell you, if wardeccing an alliance of 9,000 hysterical Goons wasn't cheap before the new war mechanics dropped into place, it is outright stratospheric now. Unless you're sitting on a pile of Technetium isk (which most of us are not) a license to hunt Goons outside of their nullsec habitat has gotten cost prohibitive.
Happily, some members of Mitten's enemies list are kind enough to share the wealth; to let a select few bask in the glow of their new-found infamy. You see, the updated Inferno wardec system allows you to offer to ally yourself with the objects of Mitten's ire. Thus allied, when the velvet rope in front of Club Chin Pussy is lifted, you too may slip past the jaundiced eye of the Maitre d and take your seat at the table of the just. There we while away the late hours, drinking Johnny Depp's scotch and laughing over 9,000 Goons feeling the wedgie every time uncle Mittens gets his panties in a bunch.
But don't get so lost in the moment that you forget to send me my Goonsicles. I want my Goonsicles. They go so well with the scotch.