imported_ViZion
13-12-2007, 08:21
Credit to Lindim, the original poster of this. I would have bumped him thread, except there was no Reply or Quote button to do so.
So... some of you older guys like me may remember this post... I was scanning through old threads I posted in, looking for a couple threads in particular when... TA-DA! I found THIS beauty by Lindim: Why I Play Nation|States (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382919)
What a post that was... and it reminds me of why I'm here... Think many of you could use a read of that post...
A legislative session is called to debate euthanasia as different bills are proposed. Heated debates fill the halls of Parliament; each position will have a different effect on Lindim. Some will raise the economy to unprecedented heights, some will turn the government into a large, Orwellian machine of observation.
A tense diplomatic meeting is arranged; all countries represented wait for the word. Will the alliances, international juggernauts of that elusive quality, power, settle their differences, if only temporarily? Or will the giants throw their weight at each other, willing to bring down entire civilizations in their quest for dominance in the name of what they think is right? No matter, armadas are being readied and special forces have been deployed.
In the shadows, a terrorist group waits. Long have their people been oppressed, and now they will strike back through a car bomb. Willingly or not, the international community will pay them attention. And perhaps, in the attack, justice may be achieved, a nation in waiting liberated.
Armies are mobilized against a backdrop of cruise missile strikes, entire cities are ripped apart and the sounds of machine guns echo in the distance. The generals pay this no mind in their dark rooms lit only by the glows of computer screens. They see only chess pieces and units to move, armies to outflank, bandits to engage. And the generals themselves are but pawns in larger international games, perhaps set up only to fail, serving a hidden power's interest and a nation's plot for power.
And then I blink, my computer screen flickering in the wake of a gust of wind from the outside. My windows rattle, and rain beats softly against the roof. My tea has gone cold, and the house remains quiet in a low hour. My alarm is set to go off in a few hours, ushering me to a day of school and homework, studying the rise and fall of empires, real leaders and real battles fought over real love, real betrayal, and real power.
And as I sit here in my pajamas in the youngest hour of the day, my parents and siblings sleeping on the floor below me, pencil and paper on my desk filled with the schemes and betrayals of dozen of humans, the soft hum of my computer a comforting sound, I wonder. I wonder why. I wonder why a fifteen-year old may play at ruling the world, at ruling a nation, at controlling the fates of billions.
But the people of Lindim are torn apart in a civil war, salvos of missiles and thousands of lives are hanging in the balance off the coast of Avios, and the Prime Minister has been kidnapped.
I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.
So... some of you older guys like me may remember this post... I was scanning through old threads I posted in, looking for a couple threads in particular when... TA-DA! I found THIS beauty by Lindim: Why I Play Nation|States (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382919)
What a post that was... and it reminds me of why I'm here... Think many of you could use a read of that post...
A legislative session is called to debate euthanasia as different bills are proposed. Heated debates fill the halls of Parliament; each position will have a different effect on Lindim. Some will raise the economy to unprecedented heights, some will turn the government into a large, Orwellian machine of observation.
A tense diplomatic meeting is arranged; all countries represented wait for the word. Will the alliances, international juggernauts of that elusive quality, power, settle their differences, if only temporarily? Or will the giants throw their weight at each other, willing to bring down entire civilizations in their quest for dominance in the name of what they think is right? No matter, armadas are being readied and special forces have been deployed.
In the shadows, a terrorist group waits. Long have their people been oppressed, and now they will strike back through a car bomb. Willingly or not, the international community will pay them attention. And perhaps, in the attack, justice may be achieved, a nation in waiting liberated.
Armies are mobilized against a backdrop of cruise missile strikes, entire cities are ripped apart and the sounds of machine guns echo in the distance. The generals pay this no mind in their dark rooms lit only by the glows of computer screens. They see only chess pieces and units to move, armies to outflank, bandits to engage. And the generals themselves are but pawns in larger international games, perhaps set up only to fail, serving a hidden power's interest and a nation's plot for power.
And then I blink, my computer screen flickering in the wake of a gust of wind from the outside. My windows rattle, and rain beats softly against the roof. My tea has gone cold, and the house remains quiet in a low hour. My alarm is set to go off in a few hours, ushering me to a day of school and homework, studying the rise and fall of empires, real leaders and real battles fought over real love, real betrayal, and real power.
And as I sit here in my pajamas in the youngest hour of the day, my parents and siblings sleeping on the floor below me, pencil and paper on my desk filled with the schemes and betrayals of dozen of humans, the soft hum of my computer a comforting sound, I wonder. I wonder why. I wonder why a fifteen-year old may play at ruling the world, at ruling a nation, at controlling the fates of billions.
But the people of Lindim are torn apart in a civil war, salvos of missiles and thousands of lives are hanging in the balance off the coast of Avios, and the Prime Minister has been kidnapped.
I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.