From Fire, Fame: Why Unity Must End

Day 2,010, 12:57 Published in USA USA by Aeriadne
Kick out the jams.



This will not be pleasant. This will not have pictures. Get over it.

Our potential is stifled, our competitive spirit is dying, and we have only have ourselves to thank for it.

A national cowardice has strengthened our apathy. Where once were glorious names forged in the fires of political strife and turmoil, where once came conquerors with grand designs and visions of invasions, where once was true intrigue, posturing, and compromise, there is now only the coward's tool: unity. I never thought I would grow to hate a word whose connotation was so positive, but that is the state we are left in.

We are grey with ennui.

We have castrated ourselves in fear of someone who is at the least a nuisance and at worst a pain and harassment suit waiting to happen. And what for? Month after month having the parties cloister in secret, elect an official they deem worthy, and then tell everyone that that's the way to go? I would rather have the AFA take over than continue this unity. Give us something to sharpen our blunt blades against.

Voting has become boring. One of the most important mechanics in the game has become boring and uninteresting because we wanted it safe. We wanted it secure. We wanted no possibility of any bad thing happening to us.

And now? Nothing happens to us.

The looming threat of an occasional, half-hearted PTO attempt by an old and worn out troll. The quaint discussions on various party boards over not who should run this month, but who should run in the next three months from now just so we know. The lovely ease with which we two-click and supplement our daily orders from on high with only the devices and desires of a system which is killing any potential for new leaders to arise.

Where we should be offering new players possibility, we offer them ladders and hoops. What new player wants to enter a game where the outcomes are already determined?

The admin do a good enough job of sucking the soul out of this game without our help. But we deigned ourselves the assistant nonetheless.

I'm tired of discussing whose time it is to be POTUS. I want to know, in my heart, who deserves it. I want to be lit on fire by candidates, to want them as my leader; not told that they've done enough to deserve the position finally. Not told that it's their time in the spotlight.

I want war. I want an invasion so big and costly that it takes everything from us, and we fight til our last, and our new players can talk fondly years from now about how they gave their all in the sacrifice of something greater and more fun than just the standard doldrums of daily clicking.

I want pain. I want the pain of loss, the pain of seeing parties rise and fall, of seeing players go through terror to try and be the best. To compete. I want the next presidential election to be so cutthroat it forges and breaks friendships.

I want the world on fire.

But we're too afraid to strike the match. Hoops and ladders, comfort and stability. In our noble resignation, we are losing ourselves.

This doesn't just begin with me. It can't be helped with one voice. It takes everyone saying it. It takes the banners being raised and the parties heading off to war. It takes google docs and secret IRC channels being made for plotting and revenge, for takeovers and subversion. It takes a desire to change this status quo.

It takes a voice.

It takes you.

It's time to stop living in fear, ladies and gentleman. Because we are better than this. Our candidates in the coming month have more to prove than just why they would probably deserve it finally. They must earn it. They must show that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, they are the ones who not only deserve it but are wanted for it.

Fame? Fame doesn't come from speech, it comes from deed. The propaganda of the deed is what we should desire and hope for from our prospective officials and captains. We should be swept up into the arms of something greater.

We should be romanced.

Wooed.

Taken in with ardor for someone's vision.

Not just told how it should be.

We are past the time of cooperation. We can work together. We've proven that thoroughly. We can work well enough together that nothing can eventually come of it.

It is time to work against each other.

And in those fires, in those envies, in those fights for crown and glory, we will find who is worthy of our following and who should fall to the blade.

We will find our former glories only on the battlefield within.

It's time for war, America. Are you ready to fight?



Until next time, dothras chek.