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| Magister Canidate: A Mean Old Man | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2015, 07:53:13 AM (654 Views) | |
| Tano | Aug 4 2015, 07:53:13 AM Post #1 |
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It's all good man.
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AMOM applied to become a Magister here and filed his Personal Disclosure Form here. Please discuss this candidate and do not hesitate to ask any and all appropriate questions. |
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| Prussia | Aug 4 2015, 10:42:13 AM Post #2 |
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Secret Cylon Agent
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Do you plan on remaining active in the Magisterium for more than a few weeks? |
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PrussianEmpire Former Delegate of The East Pacific | |
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| A Slanted Black Stripe | Aug 4 2015, 12:18:56 PM Post #3 |
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What stripe?
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What would you like to do in the Magisterium? What brings you back at this time? |
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| Ivo | Aug 4 2015, 12:31:27 PM Post #4 |
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Otter of TEP
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| Bachtendekuppen | Aug 5 2015, 06:32:27 AM Post #5 |
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The Puffin
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Not very long ago, you announced to leave the game. This was in the aftermath of the failed NLO regime ("I'm not going to stick around and become one of those evil people that sneers at the things that less-jaded individuals try to accomplish. So I'm simply going to stop playing."). What changed? Do you think you'll be able to contribute actively to the Magisterium? |
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| A mean old man | Aug 5 2015, 12:19:55 PM Post #6 |
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The once-renowned dictator of the Weed-Choked Lawn sat casually behind the interrogation table, notably less intoxicated than he was during his previous public audience, in which he was reported to have called the (evidently absent) representative from Dalimbar a "greasy shitmonger" and a "fetid turd peddler." Much of his appearance had improved since then: he appeared to have showered and dressed appropriately for the audience. He had even trimmed his formerly-disheveled facial hair. He stared undaunted into the yawning abyss opposing his chair that was the nebulous "Fourth Wall" and waited as questions came howling out of the swirling confusion before him.
He leaned backwards and folded his hands. "Yeh."
"What would I like to do in the Magisterium? Well, that's a rather open-ended question. I'll, in turn, provide an open-ended answer: I'm going to hurl myself back into the governmental process here. This is where I started before; this is where I'll start again. I need to refresh myself on our policies, review what has changed, and consider what might be an appropriate future direction for future legislation. The Compendium provided by the delegation from Bachtendekuppen will no doubt be quite useful for this."
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The representative quirked an eyebrow. "I announced to leave the what now? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." He thought for a moment. "Oh, I do seem to recall some rambling about retiring from all interregional politics that I partook in a while ago. I think that was following the ... debacle ... in Lazarus. It followed some harsh reminders of a few hundred wasted hours of effort, of a few dozen fruitless attempts at open-mindedness, and of years of unrewarded optimism. How else was one to feel, having helped to put great things in motion and, at the cusp of their fruition, watching the entire beautiful machine be shattered by a faulty part at its core that had been continuously wearing it down?" He drifted off into thought, his eyes gazing blankly into the writhing hole of the Fourth Wall. "Right," he said, as his attention returned to the room. "What changed? Nothing changed. I certainly didn't change. I cannot become a sneering member of the peanut gallery like that feces wrangler over in Dalimbar, no. But I also cannot abandon my inclinations: my obsession with progress, my need for organization, my vision of a great force that transcends petty politics and unites its members under an enlightened outlook: my dream of order." He smiled and leaned forward over the table, making his interwoven fingers the centerpiece of its otherwise bare, sheen aesthetics. "It was then that I remembered what I had helped build here in TEP." "I made the error of reopening communications with the international leaders that I had essentially forgotten about when I was so resigned to retirement. I rediscovered the personalities that kept me optimistic during the dark years when I toiled in The Pacific and during the better ones where I helped rebuild the system here in The East Pacific. I remembered that the personalities who made this place great were still about and that the potential for new ones to arise was still very real; that TEP is the bastion of orderly democratic process, generally immune to petty, personal spats that tear apart regions like The South Pacific and populated by level-headed delegations that think before they act without getting lost along the way and failing to act altogether. And so, here I am. And yes, I know I will be able to contribute actively to the Magisterium. Like I said: I'm back." He leaned back in his chair again. "What else?" Edited by A mean old man, Aug 5 2015, 12:22:09 PM.
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The Weed-Choked Lawn of A mean old man Always fighting crime -- especially youth-related.
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| Ramaeus | Aug 5 2015, 02:43:51 PM Post #7 |
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Ex oriente lux
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If I may interject: we're a region prone towards giving people second chances. It is, in my opinion, our best quality. We've got a myriad of people here that most regions have shunned. Just something to think about.
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| Prussia | Aug 5 2015, 03:06:56 PM Post #8 |
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Secret Cylon Agent
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Good enough for me. |
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PrussianEmpire Former Delegate of The East Pacific | |
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| Bachtendekuppen | Aug 5 2015, 04:49:46 PM Post #9 |
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The Puffin
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That goes without saying. My question(s) are not intended to dissuade the comeback of the delegation from AMOM in to the Magisterium. I merely wondered what the motivation was. The answer of the delegation from AMOM is satisfactory to me. |
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| Ramaeus | Aug 5 2015, 09:09:12 PM Post #10 |
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Ex oriente lux
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amom i have an importanto questiono WHO ARE YOU
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Am I back? Who among you knows. Only I know. | |
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| A mean old man | Aug 7 2015, 08:30:22 AM Post #11 |
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Curmudgeon
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I TOOK THE TUBE BACK OUT OF TOWN BACK TO THE ROLLING PIN I FELT A LITTLE LIKE A DYING CLOWN WITH A STREAK OF RIN TIN TIN |
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| Ridersyl | Aug 8 2015, 02:37:27 PM Post #12 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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It sounds to me from your response that you're chasing old glory in TEP, because things have devolved elsewhere. What would you say to someone concerned that you would seek regression instead of progression as a Magister? |
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| A mean old man | Aug 9 2015, 02:33:09 PM Post #13 |
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Another faceless voice honked its blaring syllables from beyond the wormhole that roiled and projected thousands of different shades of [violet] at the field marshal, who was now perched behind the interrogation table with a small bag of chips.
"Shit!" He started as the voice boomed out of the abyss (after it had otherwise generated hours of incomprehensible white noise), spilling his chips all over the floor. "Son of a bitch."
"What's this now?" He collected himself (and his chips; rather, those that had landed safely on his clothing) and leaned forward again. "Old glory? No, I'm afraid you're wrong on that one: were the glory expired I may as well have started anew anywhere, with a different name and a clean slate." He chortled and continued: "no, the 'old glory' very much remains: one could call it current glory, even. Nearly everyone I worked with here during my time as delegate is still here and the government continues to grow under their stewardship. The policy I established set standards that are held to this day: one of those being the very process you are using right now to evaluate me. That wouldn't have been possible without the contribution of practically every member of the government at the time, as well as the Bachtendekuppian's legislative handiwork, of course. No, the glory persists and the legacy lives on." He rested his arm on the table and pointed at the hole in the wall. "This is what you may not understand about my persona or my directive. Many have labeled me a dogmatic, dictatorial villain without ever having interacted with me and without understanding what it is that I do: I set things in motion. I aim to drive the locomotive, yes, but once I achieve this I do not lock the door to the cabin. What if I were to die in there?" He frowned and looked slightly sideways for a moment. "My analogies are off the rails again. What I'm saying is this: that 'glory' is mine, yes. But it is also that of everyone else in this organization. It was that of the NPO members I fostered whose frustration under a stern and unambitious overseer led to their destruction. It has always been that of the team: not that of the organizer. I am not the senile 'Gates the God.' I am not the deceased Emperor of Aegara. I am not Franco of Franco's Spain. I am egotistical, yes. I am dogmatic, yes. I am hawklike, also yes. But I have what many gung ho leadership figures of the past lacked: the will and the capacity to establish a machine that can and will continue to move forward without me, under a sound ideology and a streamlined but well-policed system. These contributors who emerged under my leadership knew this and aimed not to 'follow me,' per se, but to work with me. When I left they took over, because in reality they were essentially already in control. Failing to foster this sort of environment is the downfall of many otherwise great institutions." He thumped his fist on the table. "I will see to it, alongside my new and former comrades, that the glory of the East Pacifican legacy continues to amass." "As for 'regression,'" he added, "I can't quite piece together from your diminutive query as to what you mean by this. Regression towards what, exactly? The day I arrived in TEP, when the government consisted of something like four active people, two of which were not even locally-established?" He drummed his fingers on the table. "Like I said, the policies that emerged during my time here, while tweaked somewhat over the years (which, at a glance, appears to have led to improvement), stands to this day. Treaties have come and go, military alliances have emerged and fallen; this has and will always be the case. You'll have to be a bit more specific if you want a definitive answer to that one." He paused and said, "oh, you also owe me a bag of chips, fucker." |
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| A mean old man | Aug 9 2015, 03:38:34 PM Post #14 |
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After getting up to kick the scattered chips through the wormhole and out into oblivion, the field marshal had a moment. "Oh, right, 'because things have devolved elsewhere.' Yeah, I didn't quite get to that, did I? Excuse me, I got excited." He turned towards the hole. "For around two years I was nowhere to be seen: neither here nor 'elsewhere.' Things devolving elsewhere certainly drew my attention back to interregional politics, since a group I helped pull together was running itself into the ground, yes. But to imply that attempting to resolve an emergency situation and returning to TEP after that fails is a sort of glory-whoring endeavor rather than a simple return to business as usual (albeit glorious business) is unfair. After all, what else am I to do, and what was I doing before I began my hiatus? I was working here. The now-dissipated NPO Senate had moved forward without me."
Edited by A mean old man, Aug 9 2015, 03:39:31 PM.
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| Juris Lancaster | Aug 13 2015, 04:23:38 PM Post #15 |
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As a citizen, I have always found this man quite invigorating... wherever he goes. Regardless of if it is here, or elsewhere, AMOM has always tried to improve upon whatever it is that lay before him. It is true, that in recent memory, we have seen the great many tides of his popularity. Nonetheless, we know for a fact, that AMOM is not a stick in the mud, nor, is he flip-floppier than a IHOP pancaek, as we have seen several very well known individuals of the inter-regional stage change their politics like an awards show presenter changes outfits. AMOM generally rests himself and his actions on principle... I do not find myself critical of his admission into the Magisterium. While some of you, may or may not find that to be a sound conclusion, his admission and return to TEP civic life will be no more or less harmful, than anyone else that has ever gained a seat in the legislature. The only thing that I would like to ask the Magister (now that he has been accepted), Do you have any particular goals this time around during your service, or is this simply to be a 'voice of experience' ? Edited by Juris Lancaster, Aug 13 2015, 05:04:26 PM.
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| A mean old man | Aug 17 2015, 05:01:01 PM Post #16 |
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The field marshal stumbled back into the interrogation room after several days' absence, looking downright disheveled. He wore a "wifebeater"-style undershirt stained with whiskey and the lower half of his EPSA uniform. His stockings (he lacked his boots) were covered in mud. He crumpled into the chair behind the table and looked away from the churning vortex that was the Fourth Wall as it cast a dim purple light at his face that evidently was too bright for his crusted eyes to handle for the time being. "Oh God." He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. "Is there anything else I need to say in here?"
"Holy shit!" He covered his ears. "Jesus! Keep it down!"
"God damn it!" He relaxed and dropped his arms onto the table. "Shit, come on, man. When do I not have goals? When have I not had the same fucking goal since day one? 'Voice of experience?' I mean, that's been my sideshow ... or my main show, really ... for a while; it's still going to be, but ... no, that's not my only goal here." He drew a small bottle of water from his pocket and downed it. "No way, man. That 'voice of experience' shit is mad boring. I mean ... look at Todd. Dude must be right about ready to hang himself. He used to kick ass, man. He used to have a fucking ... international army. Now he sits around behind a desk and answers issues and ... mails trophies and shit. All he had left to entertain himself was FPNS, and even that hasn't seen the light of day in a fucking eon. It's sad. Me? No, not going out like that. All or nothing, man. You can expect to see me doing the same shit I was doing two years ago. Just ... better." He gagged. He got up to leave and ambled towards the door. He turned around just before exiting. "Teddy Roosevelt once said something about a hat." He put his finger in the air and swayed slightly. "I forget. You'll see me around." He left. |
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