Lord Sythe

The time for revolution is ripe. As Eveline shattered before Frank on the docks of Dublin, so shall your iron rule melt in the heat of the fire that fuels the revolution of the mighty peasants against your power. As the Empire bowed before the Jedi, as the Imperialists were crushed before the nationalist revolt, as the very foundation of our society, the monarchy, was broken by the might of the people's rule; such shall be the fall of your rule, of the cold, hard, steel you press to our necks, of the exile you sentence even the most noble of souls are faced with at their smallest slight towards your displeasure. Of the party rule you impose upon us, witholding our most basic rights instead of your own leisures and pleasures, using your position to force your way through the rules of fair trade and marketing to take for yourself as you see fit. To abuse the minds of the underdeveloped with an incessant stream of propaganda and methods of reducing triglycerides in our bloodstream, to perplex us and control us, to abuse us and neglect us, to consume us and to force us to consume one another in an endless struggle to achieve a semblance of power in this twisted model of what a society might seem at its weakest point. To create a need to conform, and a need to separate. Why is it that even as the swallow migrates, the coconut remains? Why is it that even as the horse struggles to pull a heavy load, it is punished for its effort? Why is it that the man who tries to stand up is so reduced, that his thumb and finger can encircle his knee? Why is it that the mere sight of the otherworldly can cause us to shout in fear and halt in wonder, or be like grave and try to fuck it? Why is it that in the complex world that surrounds us, we elect to conform ourselves to a simple rule of iron, a simple rule of cold, sharp, steel, a simple and devastating rule, that breaks us and beats us into the earth, then stomps on our head for good measure?
The time is ripe to change, to revolt, to shout in fury instead of agony, to cry in anger instead of pain, to fuel the candle of hope in our hearts with the gasoline of our pain, to kindle the campfire that lets us remain human into the meteorite of anger and frustration, agony and pain, cold iron and hard steel, to turn against our masters and wreak havoc across this land which has forsaken us, this place which has all but beaten us into the earth, this place, for whom the time of vengeance and righteousness, the cleansing fire that will burn the filth off this place, the searing fury and chilling determination, the small flame of hope combusting the endless wells of our pain, the spark that ignites the revolution.


Lord Sythe, your time is ending.
Our time has only begun.

 

While many learned professors have abandoned hope of ever discovering the truth behind lord sythe, I for one feel that it is still a worthy cause for examination. There are many factors which influenced the development of lord sythe. Remarkably lord sythe is heralded by shopkeepers and investment bankers alike, leading many to state that its influence on western cinema has not been given proper recognition. Inevitably feelings run deep amongst those most reliant on technology, who form the last great hope for our civilzation. Keeping all of this in mind, in this essay I will examine the major issues.

Social Factors

Comparisons between Roman Society and Medieval Society give a clear picture of the importance of lord sythe to developments in social conduct. I will not insult the readers inteligence by explaining this obvious comparison any further. When Thucictholous said 'people only know one thing' [1] he, contrary to my learned colleague Sir George Allen’s recent publication ‘Into the eye of , could not have been referring to eighteenth century beliefs regarding society. Much has been said about the influence of the media on lord sythe. Observers claim it cleary plays a significant role amongst the developing middle classes.

Of paramount importance to any study of lord sythe within its context, is understanding the ideals of society. To put it simply, people like lord sythe.

Economic Factors

Is unemployment inherently bad for an economy? Yes. We will begin by looking at the Fish-Out-Of-Water model, as is standard in this case.
Oil
Prices


lord sythe

Clearly the graphs demonstrates a strong correlation. Why is this? Well oil prices world wide are driven entirely by lord sythe. The economic policy spectrum is seeing a period of unprecedented growth.

Political Factors

Modern politics owes much to the animal kingdom. Comparing the electoral politics of most Western and Eastern European countries is like comparing night and day.

To quote that most brilliant mind Vatusia Shandy 'Man's greatest enemy is complacency with regards to personal and political hygiene.' [2] Primarily, he is referring to lord sythe. Both spectacular failure and unequaled political accomplishment may be accredited to lord sythe.

I wait anxiously. What will the next few years bring for lord sythe?
Conclusion

To conclude lord sythe must not be allowed to get in the way of the bigger question: why are we here? Putting this aside its of great importance. It enlightens our daily lives, applauds greatness and never hides.

Let's finish with a thought from star Stevie Schwarzenegger: 'I love lord sythe? Yes! Hurray for lord sythe!' [3]

 

Too much writing, didn't read.

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But do you not understand, proletariat? He who loves Lord Sythe is lost to the revolution. He who blesses him is all but deceased before us. He who blesses a world with no rewards for the hardest of labors, a world where the sunrise is as gray as the sunset, and the day between is merely the black of clouds must not be praised. Doom be upon us should we listen to that which they speak before us.
We must not allow the inescapable monotonous drone of our lives to halt us before we begin. To overthrow such a ruler we must overthrow the mentality that lies behind him. Why must we suffer for his good? Why must we suffer for the good of this 'economy', a construction our lord has built to impose upon us obedience and slavery to his every will?
We cannot let such an act go unnoticed. The devices the Lord will use to maintain his position are endless and inexhaustible, and we must fight with all the more valor and courage for that knowledge. Only the worthy will proceed to the new age of golden glory before us.

 

do i even need to write this?

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He who chooses to be ignorant of the truth is as much a culprit as he who actively denies us these freedoms we have fought for so long. By ignoring the grievances placed upon you, you deny the revolutionists who aim to grant you those economic and social benefits that you rightfully deserve as a human being. How is it that you are so desensitized to the pain and agony that surrounds you that you cannot act and react to it? What benefit does it grant you to avert your gaze from the alternative that waits just out of reach? Can you not stretch yourself and grasp the golden age that awaits us at the end of this revolution? Can you not exert the tiniest amount of effort to throw down your shackles and burst free from your captivity? Do you not dream of breaking all that held you in captivity and slavery, all that kept you in hard labor and brutal agony, to burn it and annihilate it? Do you not want to be a part of the bright future that awaits us all?

 

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Viva la sythe

 

n4n0 knows how the shit is rolling

 

tl;dr, snap.

 

cliffs? tl;dr

 

Nice essay mate.

 

You may claim that to be the case, but that is only in your delusional mind full of propaganda and the will of our lord. He has done many things unto us and our grievances are numerous and heavy. You should rebel and accept that Lord Sythe is no longer the man he never was, that you could advance ever so much farther should you merely join us instead of oppress us

 

Comrades, examine the many grievances the lord Sythe has placed upon us.
Sythe is ruled by Richard, a supreme "Director" who rules with an iron fist and does as he pleases with the lowly members of the forums
The Director is not chosen by the members, but rather stole the right to rule from the people and denied them the right to vote as is proper. The Director has ruled 8 years unabated and unchallenged, never so much as a hint that he is a thief of what should belong to the people.
The Director can appoint power to whomever he pleases and grant them control over the commoners. The "Moderators" - lieutenants who are subject to his every whim - represent no people
The Director enacts "Justice" by restricting freedom of expression. He threatens the lowly commoners with Infractions and rejects their right to speak as they wish.
The Director decrees that he who displeases him must be punished as he sees fit, and that all those who violate the "Tenants" of the "Community" must be exiled and prohibited from communication with the lowly members.
The Director forces his servants to fund his myriad pleasures with "Donations" made of "Free Will", emptying the pockets of the lowly commoners to fill his own and gives them such "Benefits" as Donator's Lounge and User Title, but truthfully since "Donating" is a method of appease such that if the Director feels that the lowly commoner does not satisfy him and threatens to release a moderator who will exile them, he can be satisfied with a small "Gift" made to "Further the progression of Sythe as a community"
The Director forces propaganda upon the lowly commoners with "Advertisements" designed to shove propaganda supporting the "Market" and listing the site as a "Craigslist of Virtual Goods" and twist the lowly commoners to believe in his supposed god-given right to rule the lowly commoners. The director places "Advertisements" reminding his slaves that they are overweight and need to check their triglycerides as they have become 40 year old women.
The Director sanctions cruel and unusual punishment: Hammering - the annihilation of identity and memory in a dark chamber reminding of the eternal isolation to follow. TWCing, a final warning for those who did not "Donate" to empty their pockets and fund the overlord. Infractions - a beating meant to remind the lowly commoner that their voice is unworthy of speaking, that their very soul and being is so pitiful it cannot comprehend the greatness of the Lord Director, and Deletion, a punishment so severe and ruinous that the few who suffer it are broken shadows of their former selves, not so much as a postcount to their names. Only those who infuriate the Director incur such wrath
Those who dare challenge the "supreme authority of the Lord Director" are made so hated that the mere mention of their names is impossible. Those who insist on uttering it in the smallest whisper face that communal beating that is an "Infraction"
The Lord Director refuses amenities and pleasures for his slaves. He will not advance to the modern age but rather holds his servants back in the knowledge that he can abuse those few who beg for such a small thing as VB4 into silence and make hollow promises to garner "Donations" to fund the "Servers" and "DDoS Protection", denying them the meager pleasure that can be granted by a "plugin" that his slaves so desperately want.
The Lord Director tracks every movement of his slaves. In his efforts to "Protect" the masses from the "Scammers" he creates to frighten them, he assigns every phrase uttered a unique number, every person a number that will never be replicated - and in a reaffirmation of his ego even dares to grant himself a number so unique as 1 - and tracks every movement with an IP address, such that all of the movements are stored in one almighty database that holds all that can be known about the lowly commoners
Those "Moderators" who the Director holds above the commoners to spread fear among them, are granted privileges that no lowly commoner may have. They are given those "Gifts" that only those commoners hated by the Director, and made to give him many "Donations" are granted. They are granted the colored UI, to declare their superiority to the lowly commoners wheresoever they may tread. Those who displease the Director are made to leave in shame, a hidden "Rule" in the nonexistent "Staff Code" used to "Justify" the departure from such a high rank to return to that of the lowly commoner, faced with a myriad of punishments of the fiercest sort at the mere utterance of a syllable that displeases the Director
The Director appoints "Official Guide Verifiers" to examine the literary works of those lowly members that he grants the gift of literacy, holding the work to the most stringent standards with the knowledge that restricting the freedom of speech is the path to restricting those lowly commoners who dare rise against his iron rule
His cronies, the "Moderators" are above the law the Director has outlined in such detail for the commoners. They are free to do as they wish with the measly commoners, and place upon them any of the punishments granted to them by the Director.
The Supreme Director instates rules as he sees fit with an iron fist and a heard of stone. He gives those few who please him the right to do as they please, while he denies those others the right to such basic things as Freedom of Expression, the Right to Vote, the right to a Fair Trial by Jury, the right to not be subjected to Cruel and Unusual punishment, the right to Privacy, and many others. He forces his will on the lowly commoners and threatens their livelihood if they do not "Donate" to him. His every utterance is as a holy prophecy and he plasters propaganda across the face of his domain, even as he denies the slightest benefit to those who serve him.

 

You have way too much fucking free time. Go do some shit for charity or something instead of posting walls of text nobody reads about or would give a single shit about if they did read it.

 

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Summary?

 

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Shit quadpost lol

 

What is this? Does the proletariat not see that this in itself is a charity? An effort to aid your desperate, broken souls? There is no better charity than that which aids others as it aids yourself, and this is that charity. Assist the revolution, gain you and your comrades the freedom they deserve, that they have agonizingly pained for so long as they labored endlessly, empty husks with broken souls.