The Confessions of Phoenix Quinn
Silas Soule
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Congratulations e-America, our brains are now thoroughly washed!! Hail Pfeiffer!
Gosh, until Great-Father Pfeiffer recently pointed out to my party PP that "you're all idiots", I had been totally under the spell of all kinds of crazy notions. But thanks to The Big Poppy of All Flufferdom and his United States Workers Party, I feel that I can now offer a full confession of my thought crimes.
They mainly took the form of weird dreams, some of which seemed to be very real, but now I realize were just a sad side effect of "role-playing" instead of actual playing-a-silly-game-on-the-internet-the-right-way.
OK. Here's the counter-revolutionary dreams I was having...
I was knocking on the door that holds the throne, looking for the map that leads me home. In the process, I was stumbling on good hearts that had turned to stone!
It seemed like the road of good intentions had gone dry as a bone.
And then saw a group of people waving a flag and singing: "We take care of our own. Wherever this flag's flown." Their flag looked like this:
I followed them and I started singing too. It was a catchy tune. Addictive even. "We take care of our own."
And in my dream... it must have been a dream of course... but it all seemed so true and real... we came from everywhere and had, like, compassion and stuff for people who were not wise to the way of the Workers Party...
It was like... from Portland to New Orleans, from Beirut to Boston, within every muscle and in my bones I could feel it. I saw the players, shackled and drawn, from the shotgun shacks of D1 to the pitiful stench of the Superdome after the Great War. There weren't no help coming for them. The cavalry'd stayed home. There weren't no one hearing the bugle blowin'.
So we took care of our own.
It was something to see. There were dozens and dozens of players with eyes with the will to see and hearts that ran over with mercy. There was a lover who had not forsaken me, and meaningful play-work that set my hands and soul free. It was like a great warrior spirit that could reign over me, syaing there's still a great promise from sea to shining sea, and wherever this flag is flown...
...we took care of our own.
That wasn't all. There was this part too... as if there had been a whole generation of players who had somehow dreamed that same dream or something much like it...
...and in this part, I'm telling you that up there on Bear Mountain, at the secret SFP Lair in South Dakota, deep inside the Badlands, I swear I saw a field of red-and-black stars on Anarch Hill and a slip of blood on a silver knife. And then I thought I glimpsed a graveyard kid from down below. You heard me right. At night, the dead came to life up there, well above the stars they crackled and we carried fire to them in our eyes. And whenever a dead man's moon throws seven rings, we comrades'd put our ears to the cold grave stones and this is the song we'd hear them sing:
WE ARE ALIVE!
And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark
OUR SPIRITS RISE!
It was spooky man, to carry the fire and light the spark to stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart with all those voices. One voice cried "I was killed in Madrid in 1936 when at the Cerro de los Ángeles the Internationalists made their stand". And another, "I was killed in 1963 one Sunday morning in Birmingham". And "I died last year crossing the southern desert my children left behind in San Pablo and our bodies were left to rot."
And they all pleade
😛"Oh please let them know: We are alive and though we lie alone here in the dark, our souls will rise to carry the fire and light the spark to fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart."
So yeah. It was all those weird dreams that made me do it.
To come entirely clean, here is a list of some of the other anti-Pfeifferist feels that these dreams made me have and sometimes even think out loud whenever I saw that flag:
* We will provide for you and we'll stand by your side.
* You'll need a good companion now for this part of the ride.
* Leave behind your sorrows and let this day be the last time you are ever afraid.
* Tomorrow there'll be sunshine and all this boring bleakness will past.
* Big wheels will roll through fields where sunlight streams.
* Brothers and Sisters: Meet me in a land of hope and dreams!
But now I understand, thanks to the Dictatorship's Wise Congress, Who Do As They See Fit, and thanks to the wise council of the Great-Leader-Father Pfeiffer and His Party, that all that was mere illusion and role-playing and actually had nothing to do with The Rules or Safety.
I only hope now, before my just sentence is levied, that my confession will stand as a good example to other counter-revolutionaries -- and to the hundreds and hundreds of co-conspirators out there who ever felt any joy at the sight of that flag -- so you will give up your silly dreams, like I have, and confess your thought crimes too, and "get real".
Comments
"My ship Liberty sailed away on a bloody red horizon."
SFP confirmed to be Jesus
Oh no, that was established way back on Day 2950. See "The Gospel According to PQ": http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-gospel-according-to-pq-1941997/1/20
Oops. I meant Day 1510.
I don't do good with the words and what not, I need at least 87% more pictures and 97% less text. Pictures = Less Thinking = Good media = Happy me. Also, if someone could like write me a summary of what this document entails and all I'd pay them... oh lets say... 200.00 cc? Yeah 200.00 cc to whomever takes the time to read this and tell me what its about.
LOL1 I'm dying!
He said that he confesses to believing in what we say.
Looks like someone just made an easy 200 dollars...
Did I win; PQ?
Well you did tell me what it was about so yeah you've won.
If you don't want the money I guess Quinn gets it instead.
PQ had the best answer; as usual.
It is about nothing.
Well that nothing just costed me 200 dollars buddy! I could have payed my work force for a day with that money.
Well we take care of our own, so I covered your loss. Oh wait! Damn. Thought I was over that stuff. Rats...
GOTJ didn't take the money so its yours for the keeping.
"And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark" ...
Did you se that ghost?
No; the other one.
Sometimes when I high five myself people think I'm heiling. Wtf, right?
Although something tells me this may just have been part of undergoing Pfeiffer's Re-education program and I may not actually be giving myself a high five....
My dreams seem to mirror your dreams lately.
what have I been eating?
You didn't eat any of those mushrooms that grow near the cemetery on Bear Mountain by any chance?
Chocolate... lots and lots of chocolate.
Yarrrrr be a good article. Twas me reading tha give me thee goosebumps. And somehow im Jamaican.
\o/
Sometimes what we dream is more real than what happens when we are "awake".
One time I dreamt that I was eating a giant marshmallow and when I woke up my pillow was gone!
One little question. I notice that you often use imagery of Joseph Stalin. Why do you avoid those of Kim Il-sung? Maybe Pol Pot of Kamera Rouge fame? I guess what I'm getting at is that it seems illogical to promote one tyrant who committed mass genocide over the other. :/
Harry just seems more Stalinesque to me than the others. You know, not totally bat-shit crazy-like-a-loon but more a greatest-ever-tsar-of-the-modern-world-we-will-crush-all-dissenters-with-our-big-machine type. Also those old Soviet-era Stalin-worship paintings crack me up. I love the girl's look in the foreground ... you have to wonder if the artist wasn't up to some shenanigans in this one. She kinds looks like she's thinking "Wut? The?..."
Oh. And if I was in a really bitchy mood (which I am not... season of good will and all) then I'd probably be quizzing you right back asking why always with that secessionist, traitorous, pro-slavery "star and bars" symbol of genocide, but avoid that infamous "broken cross" one?
Well, I had thought we'd discussed this before. The short version is that if you would bother to read older history books there is a different reason for the war of Northern Aggression. Slavery was not the issue when the war started. The monopoly rulers of New York wanted Atlata's cotton trade with Europe. The South refused and Washington put the screws to them.
President Lincoln gave the Emancipation Proclamation speech well into the war so I fail to see how that has merit. As far as secessionist or traitorous I suppose they were that, similar to that infamous crowd from several years before that were lead by that scoundrel George Washington. lol
I don't even understand the mention of genocide. If someone kicks in my door and comes inside my house I claim the right to defend myself. If you check even the yella belly text books admit the North entered the South uninvited. I don't see any evidence of killing all Northerners. If you do insist on talking about genocide we can discuss Sherman's march on Atlanta in '64 when he burnt it to the ground, killing many civilian, so they could punish the rebels by destroying their economy for decades.
no
looks like a confession loaded with regret to me.
EddieA's apology is much more succinct. Perhaps you should have a tl;dr? 😛
https://www.erepublik.com/en/article/-ea-my-public-apology-2598880/1/20