As cosmic irony goes, we tipped the balance and turned the continent upside-down. We abandoned the moral high-ground long ago in favor of the very tactics and mentality we opposed on principle. In our stand against tyranny, the freedom fighters became the new tyrants. Those who came to Xavax later than sooner found a Xavax quite different from the one we embodied in the early days. Am I the only one caught between tears and laughter in the face of such irony?
Xavax has become an ultra-nationalist cult of personality whose pride is hell-bent on reliving a broken past best left dead and buried. We've dug up the Phoenix' corpse and stuffed it full of little white lies to give our anger a shadow of reason. Simple fact is: we've lost our way and damn anyone crazy enough to point out our foolishness.
Our rivals have become more like what Xavax was, and Xavax has become more like what our rivals were.
Post-Selenian Reformed Xavax culture is an amazing literary premise parallel to the historic decline of every major empire and ideology on Earth, sure, but its incredibly frustrating to see the very people I founded Xavax with now try to pretend the current Xavax culture is even vaguely healthy or productive.
Sure, with some minor tweaking it may eventually work out to your benefit, but you'll have made Xavax echo precisely the sort of broken system that sunk Atamara and exiled us here in the first place.
I feel a deep regret for not doing better as your Xerarch. Behind these RPs and OOC lay a passion born of a deep responsibility, bordering on shame. I wasn't strong enough to stop this misanthropic degeneration of Xavax culture when it was first set into motion, but maybe - just maybe - we can use the so-called "Goldwings" to counter-balance the Redwings and incite a rebirth of our beautiful community.
We all know its self-destructive to force adherence to a strict dogma in our realms and cultures, just like in the real world. Let history prove its ageless lesson: stagnancy and inflexibility destroy, where malleability and deviation incite progress through change.
So, while y'all are busy Making Xavax Great Again, us "Johnny-come-lately's" will try changing things up for the good of future generations.
Cheers and may fortune shine upon you.
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Cut and bruised in various places, a thin line of blood trailing from his nose, Magnus smiles one last time as he begins to sing a somber, heartfelt tune - a final, personal prayer to the Blood Phoenix of Xavax: avatar of retribution, justice, and war.
"Oh - burning spirit:
By the flame's ascension,
Through the ashen tomb;
Of the frozen veil,
In the Southern womb
Unto the heart of righteous pride,
Lay stark the blind Carrion creed;
Whence vengeance struck true!
T'was the day dear Xavax cried...
By the flame's denial,
Through the shattered tomb;
Lay the parted veil,
In a sundered womb
Unto the body of bitter faith,
Whence stood tall the Carrion creed;
Fate took vengeance upon us,
Aye - t'was the day our Xavax died."
-Feb 5, 2016, 5:03:25 PM - Magnus Aurea,
First Xerarch; Founder of the Xavax Imperium
