On September 11, 2007, Schloss Eggenberg was already 7 months old, but its leader might as well have been born on September 10th. I had no idea what WUT was, I had no idea why we called this guy loldavi instead of his real name, I thought you could only buy 10 infrastructure per day, I had no idea why Anothony was the supreme UjP commander or why that was so funny. I was hardly a goon, only having a mask for Camp Meatspin (GOONS's academy subforum) I was all butthurt about no one from GOONS helping me get Construction so I could graduate, and I took Digiterra way too seriously (I still do).
But, if there was any way to make me come to Jesus, it was to wreck my little nation. I spied my little heart out on MHA, stayed awake until 2 and 3 AM every night for a month, and when Alastor told us it was time to get creative and either really surrender or "surrender" and keep in touch, I "surrendered." Since I had absolutely no knowledge of any alliance, I joined the first one I saw: Republican Organization for Liberty, a new alliance started by Nintenderek.
I got clearance from my IRON PoW Councillor DarkMistress to join, and since I had this totally awesome war guide written by Arcades057 just before he surrendered and joined NPO, Nintenderek made me Minister of Defense.
I registered as a Hidden Goon and began my dual-life. Oppressed former goon/manipulative subversive. I really was both.
A merger propelled me to MoD of Purge, a small and stumbling rebirth alliance led by a triumvirate of good friends. Because Purge was a member of TPF's Overlord's Protectorate Pact, I gained access to information of value. When TPF and Valhalla jumped BAPS, GOONS old and close ally, I felt useful. GOONS/BAPS needed TPF's target lists, and I was able to hand them over. GOONS knew Atlantis was dead meat before Atlantis knew.
When Purge's gov't collapsed after its merger attempts were discovered by TPF, I was able to hold things together by a thread, and along with Kharn420 we tried to rehab Purge under a TPF viceroy. When it collapsed, I went on to Browncoats where I tried to cool my heels for a while.
The Dark Vows had been signed recently then, and I needed a trade circle, so I went over to the Black Conclave forum. GOONS was still over 50 members then, and still had a Black Senator even though they had gone perma-peace. When CIS's Sharduke sanctioned the GOONS senator with the reason (something like) "Regards, NpO" the Hidden Goon in me went to work. I wrote a 2 page mega-flame against infringements upon Black, the CIS puppets, and generally anything else that might stir a Black response and piss off CIS. I learned a lot about what people in power do to shut up people that aren't then, and generally just from being a member of Browncoats.
When I left Browncoats, I went to ZI. I thought about destroying Schloss Eggenberg, but a friend (if a moderator can be a friend) assured me that that was a rather drastic response. So, I looked thigs over and figured that TOP (a) was an alliance I had never pissed off and (

had lots of former GOONS in it. So, I applied to TOP and hung out there for a while. All this time, GOONS dwindled, and time proved to be no healer of the wars of the Unjust War; not for GOONS, not for our enemies. I still held out hope, and reported every snippet of the least signifigance to the Hidden Goonerie. I cannot say how widespread the effort or hope was--none of us could see anything at the Hidden Goonierie except what we said ourselves, or what was said to us by gov. I played the odds and hoped that out of 1000 GOONS, many had remained dedicated like me.
TOP was a great place, but I had picked it without regard to its politics. Even things that seemed commonsense to me--like the suggestion that TOP make decisions based on its own interests, not NPO's--drew gruff replies from gov and made me uncomfortable there. I had to leave, and I did.
Not long before I left top, the last government of GOONS, Alastor and
Sarafina, disbanded GOONS. The Hidden Goonerie was also immediately erased. With no purpose--no fight, no alliance--I destroyed my nation in August 08.
A few days later, the noCB War began.
If I've been called a troll, and I have, it's because I was. And as a troll, I couldn't pass up the noCB War's opportunities for some serious material. In order to regain access to these forums, I reincorporated Schloss Eggenberg so fast that I misspelled its name "Schloss Eggneberg" then proceeded to PM mods on the last active users list for an hour trying to get remasked. Later that night, I was asked to roll with other retirees in this goofy trolltrain Vox Populi.
Our genuine stance attracted thousands. Hundreds joined Vox Populi, thousandss more joined us in their minds. I had a reason to exist again, and I lived as I had not lived before. Not for revenge, but for rebirth. Not for something doomed to death, but for something bound to life.
In all this, I could not forget my origins. I have said often that everything I am is a creation of the UnJust War. The man before you is the result of just one more war that started 2 years ago today. In a matter of weeks, I went from a clueless meatspinner to an OWF junkyard bulldog and backroom dealer. I've done things I regret, but I cannot regret the sum of those things--I can't regret my being, the things I've accomplished, the things I've effected, the things I've created or killed. They are all part of a stream of time created on this day.
I made a lot of friends, I made a lot of enemies. But, as I grow older, I see more and more that even the most bitter enemy on Bob is a friend. I've felt my edge slipping as more and more of the old faces go. The names that once held so much power are greying, the new people don't seem to matter though they do.
What did the UnJust War create in you? Where have you been; what have you seen; how were you shaped; how have you shaped things?
As such, at this moment in time, Schattenmann does hereby issue recognition of a state of remembrance initiated by the UnJust War.