To be doomed and to know it
For those alliances who have been in the unique position of having the Sword of Damocles above their heads, it is an interesting experience. Knowing your doom is sealed and the barbarians are at the gates, the fix is in, your goose is cooked, and the question becomes not if or how your doom will be realized, but when.
I have had an especially personal connection with the Sword of Damocles upon the great world of Bob. The Sword of Damocles is a good old friend of mine who has hovered over my head since I arrived on this world, and decided to join NPO right as everyone on earth had decided they should be destroyed.
After I left for RIA, from there the Sword swung around quite a bit, from the BiPolar war, briefly swung away from us only to point straight at us after we pissed off everyone on Bob in the wake of PB/NpO. Above our heads, for the next two years, the Sword would remain, to occasionally drop down and rend our flesh. It became almost a character of our being, a constant of the world was that we would get rolled, we would fight like madmen and bleed everywhere, but that sword wasn't going anywhere.
Then all of a sudden, it was gone. It was like someone had snuck in at night and stolen it, and I suppose in a way that is what happened. After years of guerrilla war with not so much peace treaties as ceasefires, things had shifted. The Sword of Damocles hovered over the heads of others.
I know though, that the Sword of Damocles will return one day, it always does. Be you not arrogant in your manner nor secure in your fortress of treaties, for no man is immune to the whims of fate.
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