Disgusted with the hatred between Pacifica and Polaris, Doitzel fell.
GOONS formally disbanded, the Hidden Goon Schattenmann fell.
Tired of the cowardice of the world, Rebel Virginia fell.
Convinced of the futility of life, Cheyenne fell.
Wearied by a life of defense of honor, Starfox101 fell.
Before Manic Monday, I had never spoken to Doitzel. I was so ignorant of the Francoist scum that when I did finally speak to him, I mistakenly called him an Imperator Emeritus. Starfox would just as soon set me on fire as speak to me after my bretrayal of his latest home, IAA. I held Rebel Virginia at arms length as he contacted me throughout the months to help bring down NPO.
In summary: We were all dysfunctional people warped by the world that we lived in, and eventually drowned by our passions and fetishes. I relay all this ancient history so that you know to desperation from which we came before all the glory.
365 days ago, however, we all had nothing to lose by speaking to each other. Without nations, we had no differences or suspicions.
365 days ago, we found that we all hated the same things, and we all loved similar things. And we resolved then not to succumb to the dysmal world we had left, but rather that we should cast off every suspicion, every grudge, and every petty difference in order that we might detroy that which had destroyed us.
And so, 365 days ago, the world we had abandoned laughed at our returning declaration:
QUOTE (Starfox101 @ Aug 13 2008, 09:42 PM) 
The people have spoken, and we have come back to be their voice.
Many of us have tried to live out our days in peace, even leave the game, however, on this day we shall know neither. We have watched as the Tyrannical, and criminal organizations have slaughtered the game to carve out a new world through force, and elimination. We shall no longer stand by and watch. It is a time to fight, so that all may know freedom. Even if our goal is not accomplished, we shall know that we did not sit by and watch as evil rises once again, we shall know that we gave our last breath to defend it.
The time has come for us to meet our maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.
Six rulers joined we 5 Manic Mondayers: Jonathan Brookbank, West of Eden, Moridin, MegaAros, ChickenZilla, and King_Srqt.
Over the next few days, hundreds of nations were moved by our frank and honest movement. For the first time in a long time, the rulers of Planet Bob saw a group of people standing up for what they believed in. They saw 11 men giving up everything in the face of the most powerful alliances that have every walked Digiterra for no other reason than that they could no longer abide the nauseating stench of the !@#$%^&* that was running this world, and running it into the ground at that.
This group of 11 misfits wearing the AA of an alliance that was once before trampled by the "tyrranical and criminal organizations" grew into 30, then 50, then 100, then 200 and more. Those that laughed from their gut on August 13th were, by August 16th, forcing their own nervous laughter while looking over their shoulders.
Finding a power not possessed by any who had oppressed them--that of nations truly convicted of their ideals--this Vox Populi collective harnessed itself without whips or chains to victories in the Green and Red senates.
As alliances who had entered the War of the Coalition with no passion left the field of battle, the will and passion of the voice of the people was steeled and set in hard resolve. The long war began. The real war began. It was not acceptable that one more criminal war should be quietly endorsed by begrudging reparations and wolf-smile handshakes.
It is true that the Vox Populi movement was catalyzed by the war against Polaris, and that as the war against Polaris waned, so too did the resolve of most rulers who had so eagerly joined against such a tangible catalyst. Facing what seemed to be a sunset of our new world, Vox Populi drew harder than ever on our ever-small pool of resources. At the point where most alliances disband and move on in times of peace, Vox Populi became more resolved to succeed than it had ever been on August 13. Renewal and resourcefulness, that is what Vox Populi excelled at.
You all know of the spy networks, of the endless war of words across every thread and in our own publications. You know the obstacles that we overcame as the old order tried trick after trick that had workd so well against so many conventional foes of the past. You know of our overwhelming success in the face of overwhelming odds.
On this 365th day since the Reformation and Declaration of Vox Populi, what you must all hear is not the words of our founding, which were short and vengeful though of earth-shattering importance, but the words of our dissolution:
QUOTE (Doitzel @ May 20 2009, 06:30 PM)
To the world at large, we give warning. This is not the end of the struggle, for the struggle which Vox Populi has embraced is unending. It is a struggle against those who would take what is not theirs, those who would take advantage of all situations, those who seek nothing but personal gain without heed to the needs, thoughts, feelings, and well-being of others. It is a struggle against the purest form of practicality and pragmatism, which drives man to covet without any attention to morality, justice, or fairness. It is a struggle that shall end only when our kind are wiped from the planet for it is something we are all capable of.
And that is our warning. Do not relax your guard against this mentality. Do not dismiss the possibility of its creeping up and overtaking yourself or those close to you. To fall victim to the idea that the ends always justify the means where the means is your own self-promotion is something that comes easy and silently, but seldom can be snuffed out. Maintain your watch, keep in check those of this mindset, and prepare yourself always for a time when we must again take arms against such a threat -- for that is what it is. It is a threat to all of us, each and every one, and wherever this philosophy takes root so takes root a danger for all that we hold dear, in our own ways, to be cast down at our feet.
This victory is not permanent, and those who fight not would do well to keep that in mind. Divisions are unavoidable, but remember that we are only as strong united as we are weak divided. Do not again allow ambitious powers to slowly pick off opposition, one-by-one, and hoodwink you into conceding. Stand your ground always, tall and true to your ideals. Never, ever, ever give in, for as long as there is one other by your side you shall have purpose. Remember always when you took on the forces of oppression and let the strength of that memory spur you on. We may forgive, but we should never forget. And should the time come that men cannot speak their dissent, should the time come that alliances' sovereignty is revoked, should the time come that communities are destroyed or repressed let those of noble spirit rise again to spearhead another Glorious Revolution against the darkness that engulfs them.
And that is our warning. Do not relax your guard against this mentality. Do not dismiss the possibility of its creeping up and overtaking yourself or those close to you. To fall victim to the idea that the ends always justify the means where the means is your own self-promotion is something that comes easy and silently, but seldom can be snuffed out. Maintain your watch, keep in check those of this mindset, and prepare yourself always for a time when we must again take arms against such a threat -- for that is what it is. It is a threat to all of us, each and every one, and wherever this philosophy takes root so takes root a danger for all that we hold dear, in our own ways, to be cast down at our feet.
This victory is not permanent, and those who fight not would do well to keep that in mind. Divisions are unavoidable, but remember that we are only as strong united as we are weak divided. Do not again allow ambitious powers to slowly pick off opposition, one-by-one, and hoodwink you into conceding. Stand your ground always, tall and true to your ideals. Never, ever, ever give in, for as long as there is one other by your side you shall have purpose. Remember always when you took on the forces of oppression and let the strength of that memory spur you on. We may forgive, but we should never forget. And should the time come that men cannot speak their dissent, should the time come that alliances' sovereignty is revoked, should the time come that communities are destroyed or repressed let those of noble spirit rise again to spearhead another Glorious Revolution against the darkness that engulfs them.
In this new era that is uneasy both with promise and with the jitters that come with newfound freedom, I urge you to burn these words into your hearts. Never forget what you hated, so that you will never become that thing. Never forget what it took to destroy what you hated, because there is no guarantee that the few will ever prevail against the many again. Remember that the power to stop the reprehensible acts of the few is in the individual hands of the many.
Stand always as your own men, upon your own accomplishments, never forsaking your honor to advance your statistics.
, also !!Viva Vox populi!!
