12-04-2018, 02:18 PM
The measure before us is of the greatest importance. It could, and not only could, but will singularly and drastically alter the course of our dear region, Lazarus, for the rest of eternity.
A war is a conflict: an act of aggression made to assault your enemy directly, head-on. A war must serve a purpose, or it is only a bluff, a façade for inaction and mere words pretending to be something, yet only being talk, waves of sound or data in your phone or computer that might as well count for nothing.
I must repeat, war must serve a purpose, and must have a strategy, a plan. If our only plan is to be angered beyond belief, despite having the most grand of reasons and the worst injury, then this is not a war at all. It will only endanger us once more to the claws and fangs of this subversive wolf, and now they have a clear and pristine reason to infiltrate us: we are their enemy.
It is to my greatest sadness that we cannot defeat the New Pacific Order in a conflict, no matter the magnitude. It is technically possible, but it shall require an eternal fighting spirit from various regions, which is not unlimited and will always fatigue; the most absolute patience, which no one possesses; the numbers and a strategy to defeat them, which we do not have; and a weakened regime in the Pacific, to which there is only a slim possibility, if at all. The odds are stacked against us, for this war requires the absolute destruction of the New Pacific Order, but the probabilities of this happening are so low and the time it shall take so long, it might as well be impossible. Unrealistic. A dream.
We shall only be a target. I wish not one of my homelands destroyed, eviscerated by this monster, an expert of espionage, manipulation, subversion, infiltration and conquest, and it is able to muster a fanatical populace, plus its allies beyond this very game. The number of units they can marshal to defend themselves is staggering, and it shall necessitate a legendary effort which shall never happen.
To have a dragon furious, persecute you, attempt to tear you apart and spew fire at you is extremely dangerous. Why must we wake it? Why must we rattle this threat and make it an even greater threat, when we cannot defeat it?
A war shall also require an army. Our history is chartered with the eternal conflict of raiders and defenders, and I wish not our region to be split by this yet again. It has occurred far too often, and we are not the exception.
I fear for a military, for it might forge an alignment, and drag our region once more into the dirty, foul and toxic politics of R/D. It might bring us terror and division once more which we may not be able to combat, as our political ancestors struggled to do or joined the party and ruined this land.
Yes, we must remember our past, our injuries and our indignities. But that is what a proscription is for. There is no guarantee that, upon declaring war, the New Pacific Order shall magically cease to infiltrate us. If we do so, we will make the dragon angrier, more hostile, more dangerous than it ever was. A proscription is not a 100% guarantee either. But it shall inevitably be something, a formidable barrier regardless. Let us cease all communication and declare our anger, but let it not forge itself into a palpable thorn that may bring our doom.
A war is a conflict: an act of aggression made to assault your enemy directly, head-on. A war must serve a purpose, or it is only a bluff, a façade for inaction and mere words pretending to be something, yet only being talk, waves of sound or data in your phone or computer that might as well count for nothing.
I must repeat, war must serve a purpose, and must have a strategy, a plan. If our only plan is to be angered beyond belief, despite having the most grand of reasons and the worst injury, then this is not a war at all. It will only endanger us once more to the claws and fangs of this subversive wolf, and now they have a clear and pristine reason to infiltrate us: we are their enemy.
It is to my greatest sadness that we cannot defeat the New Pacific Order in a conflict, no matter the magnitude. It is technically possible, but it shall require an eternal fighting spirit from various regions, which is not unlimited and will always fatigue; the most absolute patience, which no one possesses; the numbers and a strategy to defeat them, which we do not have; and a weakened regime in the Pacific, to which there is only a slim possibility, if at all. The odds are stacked against us, for this war requires the absolute destruction of the New Pacific Order, but the probabilities of this happening are so low and the time it shall take so long, it might as well be impossible. Unrealistic. A dream.
We shall only be a target. I wish not one of my homelands destroyed, eviscerated by this monster, an expert of espionage, manipulation, subversion, infiltration and conquest, and it is able to muster a fanatical populace, plus its allies beyond this very game. The number of units they can marshal to defend themselves is staggering, and it shall necessitate a legendary effort which shall never happen.
To have a dragon furious, persecute you, attempt to tear you apart and spew fire at you is extremely dangerous. Why must we wake it? Why must we rattle this threat and make it an even greater threat, when we cannot defeat it?
A war shall also require an army. Our history is chartered with the eternal conflict of raiders and defenders, and I wish not our region to be split by this yet again. It has occurred far too often, and we are not the exception.
I fear for a military, for it might forge an alignment, and drag our region once more into the dirty, foul and toxic politics of R/D. It might bring us terror and division once more which we may not be able to combat, as our political ancestors struggled to do or joined the party and ruined this land.
Yes, we must remember our past, our injuries and our indignities. But that is what a proscription is for. There is no guarantee that, upon declaring war, the New Pacific Order shall magically cease to infiltrate us. If we do so, we will make the dragon angrier, more hostile, more dangerous than it ever was. A proscription is not a 100% guarantee either. But it shall inevitably be something, a formidable barrier regardless. Let us cease all communication and declare our anger, but let it not forge itself into a palpable thorn that may bring our doom.