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Auggy: /* On Motivation */

2016-04-21T01:11:42Z

On Motivation

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	Don't ask me about the metaphysics of it. I was an observer, not a participant. But what happened after the shroud fell was simply survival for...at least a month. Everyone was caught sideways, and the "lucky" ones who survived the initial shockwaves found themselves with some benefits, and some serious trouble. Humanity is wonderfully resilient, and proved itself so in the immediate aftermath. Even though the net was shot, some things in the physical world still worked the way they had, and old methods still worked. The pony express, for example.		Don't ask me about the metaphysics of it. I was an observer, not a participant. But what happened after the shroud fell was simply survival for...at least a month. Everyone was caught sideways, and the "lucky" ones who survived the initial shockwaves found themselves with some benefits, and some serious trouble. Humanity is wonderfully resilient, and proved itself so in the immediate aftermath. Even though the net was shot, some things in the physical world still worked the way they had, and old methods still worked. The pony express, for example.

	But as we slowly pieced it all together, we slowly realized that what happened was a bad thing. Pawns turned rapidly, for their own survival. The only thing we really had going for us was that we didn't need to sleep. But months of constant moving and relocating brought us to one inevitable conclusion; the Giovanni had won, but the victory was about as Pyrrhic as you could get. The ancients didn't really wake up or do much that I saw. Probably to them it was a child crayoning the house. Certainly an annoyance, but nothing truly damaging, and a few more relative moments of their time and the world would right itself again. And then came the plan of Numerius. A few groups of survivors going back to the breach to correct a mistake we were all too slow to see coming, and were now paying the price for.		But as we slowly pieced it all together, we slowly realized that what happened was a bad thing. Pawns turned rapidly, for their own survival. The only thing we really had going for us was that we didn't need to sleep. But months of constant moving and relocating brought us to one inevitable conclusion; the Giovanni had won, but the victory was about as Pyrrhic as you could get. The ancients didn't really wake up or do much that I saw. Probably to them it was a child crayoning the house. Certainly an annoyance, but nothing truly damaging, and a few more relative moments of their time and the world would right itself again. And then came the plan of Numerius. A few groups of survivors going back to the breach to correct a mistake we were all too slow to see coming, and were now paying the price for. And not just us. The billions. Sure they were our meal ticket, and without meals we were collectively hosed, it was logical. The down side was that we were also going to be saving the now-almost-nonexistent other groups, who would pay us back by hating us at best. At worst, they'd try to kill us. Just like always, which is a better future than the one Signore Giovanni wants. I mean it's great for him while it lasts, but eventually the other most ancients were gonna wake up and ask what the shit is up with this little Italian in short pants thinking he could be an adult. And that, as a rather entrenched Sabbat member, frightened me more than any thing. Ironic since I'm now getting what could be construed as advice from at least one of the ones I feared enough to attempt to destroy.

	The next years were all kind of a blur. Dodging the International Department of Supernatural Affairs (because "Inquisition" is such an ''ugly'' word) to hit up old bookstores and memorabilia shops for anything that was still printed, and reading and memorizing like nobody's business. Interviewing people who remembered the before. Exercises in mental agility, reading people, learning to play the games that would need to be played. Pop quizzes, sometimes not, and always with one thing in mind - the building of a second team to go back and gain a rapid foothold so that we could plan and assault with ease. And always, during all those years, one person by my side; Brenda. SWAT helmet collection and all, we saw through horrors that I have no desire to recall but can't escape. Even if we stop the Giovanni, the memories never really go away. The friends (or what a creature like I was would call friends) dying in fire. People imprisoned for no crime other than selling me a baseball almanac. For more severe crimes, like renting a room to us, people were burned at the stake and their souls reforged into a sword that was fueled by the wielders' hate. Times were tough, but we had a slight advantage of being inhuman in both thought and deed, and there are few things more dear to us than survival.		The next years were all kind of a blur. Dodging the International Department of Supernatural Affairs (because "Inquisition" is such an ''ugly'' word) to hit up old bookstores and memorabilia shops for anything that was still printed, and reading and memorizing like nobody's business. Interviewing people who remembered the before. Exercises in mental agility, reading people, learning to play the games that would need to be played. And the coding. Dear heavens. While I was a bit of a computer wonk when I was breathing, that apparently qualified me for a PhD level of learning in far less time than one should reasonably take. (bonus of not having to sleep.) Pop quizzes, sometimes not, and always with one thing in mind - the building of a second team to go back and gain a rapid foothold so that we could plan and assault with ease. And always, during all those years, one person by my side; Brenda. SWAT helmet collection and all, we saw through horrors that I have no desire to recall but can't escape. Even if we stop the Giovanni, the memories never really go away. The friends (or what a creature like I was would call friends) dying in fire. People imprisoned for no crime other than selling me a baseball almanac. For more severe crimes, like renting a room to us, people were burned at the stake and their souls reforged into a sword that was fueled by the wielders' hate. Times were tough, but we had a slight advantage of being inhuman in both thought and deed, and there are few things more dear to us than survival.

	Through it all, even with my moral code drastically altered, I wanted what I'd lost back. Enough that I risked my existence nightly, drove myself harder than I had in a century, to get it back and have my life be a do-over. And that is what truly drives me. That through this second chance, I can proceed clearly, and make choices that are my own - without giving in to the Sabbat trope of "all the cool kids are doing it". It's a reason I'm accepting of Brendas' current morality, as much as it makes me want to ralph. It's a chosen code for a chosen purpose, and she can hold to it. I will not browbeat her or proselytize. I will however give her a metric fuckton of grief. Especially for the dick jar.		Through it all, even with my moral code drastically altered, I wanted what I'd lost back. Enough that I risked my existence nightly, drove myself harder than I had in a century, to get it back and have my life be a do-over. And that is what truly drives me. That through this second chance, I can proceed clearly, and make choices that are my own - without giving in to the Sabbat trope of "all the cool kids are doing it". It's a reason I'm accepting of Brendas' current morality, as much as it makes me want to ralph. It's a chosen code for a chosen purpose, and she can hold to it. I will not browbeat her or proselytize. I will however give her a metric fuckton of grief. Especially for the dick jar.

	I'll expand more on my memories of future past another time, but suffice to say it's a future I will spare my coterie. Happy be the ignorant.		I'll expand more on my memories of future past another time, but suffice to say it's a future I will spare my coterie. Happy be the ignorant.

Auggy: /* On Motivation */

2016-04-20T03:29:10Z

On Motivation

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	But as we slowly pieced it all together, we slowly realized that what happened was a bad thing. Pawns turned rapidly, for their own survival. The only thing we really had going for us was that we didn't need to sleep. But months of constant moving and relocating brought us to one inevitable conclusion; the Giovanni had won, but the victory was about as Pyrrhic as you could get. The ancients didn't really wake up or do much that I saw. Probably to them it was a child crayoning the house. Certainly an annoyance, but nothing truly damaging, and a few more relative moments of their time and the world would right itself again. And then came the plan of Numerius. A few groups of survivors going back to the breach to correct a mistake we were all too slow to see coming, and were now paying the price for.		But as we slowly pieced it all together, we slowly realized that what happened was a bad thing. Pawns turned rapidly, for their own survival. The only thing we really had going for us was that we didn't need to sleep. But months of constant moving and relocating brought us to one inevitable conclusion; the Giovanni had won, but the victory was about as Pyrrhic as you could get. The ancients didn't really wake up or do much that I saw. Probably to them it was a child crayoning the house. Certainly an annoyance, but nothing truly damaging, and a few more relative moments of their time and the world would right itself again. And then came the plan of Numerius. A few groups of survivors going back to the breach to correct a mistake we were all too slow to see coming, and were now paying the price for.

	The next years were all kind of a blur. Dodging the International Department of Supernatural Affairs (because "Inquisition" is such an ''ugly'' word) to hit up old bookstores and memorabilia shops for anything that was still printed, and reading and memorizing like nobody's business. Interviewing people who remembered the before. Exercises in mental agility, reading people, learning to play the games that would need to be played. Pop quizzes, sometimes not, and always with one thing in mind - the building of a second team to go back and gain a rapid foothold so that we could plan and assault with ease. And always, during all those years, one person by my side; Brenda. SWAT helmet collection and all, we saw through horrors that I have no desire to recall but can't escape. Even if we stop the Giovanni, the memories never really go away. The friends (or what a creature like I was would call friends) dying in fire. People imprisoned for no crime other than selling me a baseball almanac. ~~Running through someone~~, ~~only~~ to have ~~their soul come after~~ me ~~hours later with vengeance~~ in ~~their heart~~.		The next years were all kind of a blur. Dodging the International Department of Supernatural Affairs (because "Inquisition" is such an ''ugly'' word) to hit up old bookstores and memorabilia shops for anything that was still printed, and reading and memorizing like nobody's business. Interviewing people who remembered the before. Exercises in mental agility, reading people, learning to play the games that would need to be played. Pop quizzes, sometimes not, and always with one thing in mind - the building of a second team to go back and gain a rapid foothold so that we could plan and assault with ease. And always, during all those years, one person by my side; Brenda. SWAT helmet collection and all, we saw through horrors that I have no desire to recall but can't escape. Even if we stop the Giovanni, the memories never really go away. The friends (or what a creature like I was would call friends) dying in fire. People imprisoned for no crime other than selling me a baseball almanac. For more severe crimes, like renting a room to us, people were burned at the stake and their souls reforged into a sword that was fueled by the wielders' hate. Times were tough, but we had a slight advantage of being inhuman in both thought and deed, and there are few things more dear to us than survival.

			Through it all, even with my moral code drastically altered, I wanted what I'd lost back. Enough that I risked my existence nightly, drove myself harder than I had in a century, to get it back and have my life be a do-over. And that is what truly drives me. That through this second chance, I can proceed clearly, and make choices that are my own - without giving in to the Sabbat trope of "all the cool kids are doing it". It's a reason I'm accepting of Brendas' current morality, as much as it makes me want to ralph. It's a chosen code for a chosen purpose, and she can hold to it. I will not browbeat her or proselytize. I will however give her a metric fuckton of grief. Especially for the dick jar.

	I'll expand more on my memories of future past another time, but suffice to say it's a future I will spare my coterie. Happy be the ignorant.		I'll expand more on my memories of future past another time, but suffice to say it's a future I will spare my coterie. Happy be the ignorant.

Auggy: /* On Motivation */

2016-04-20T02:48:58Z

On Motivation

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	Don't ask me about the metaphysics of it. I was an observer, not a participant. But what happened after the shroud fell was simply survival for...at least a month. Everyone was caught sideways, and the "lucky" ones who survived the initial shockwaves found themselves with some benefits, and some serious trouble. Humanity is wonderfully resilient, and proved itself so in the immediate aftermath. Even though the net was shot, some things in the physical world still worked the way they had, and old methods still worked. The pony express, for example.		Don't ask me about the metaphysics of it. I was an observer, not a participant. But what happened after the shroud fell was simply survival for...at least a month. Everyone was caught sideways, and the "lucky" ones who survived the initial shockwaves found themselves with some benefits, and some serious trouble. Humanity is wonderfully resilient, and proved itself so in the immediate aftermath. Even though the net was shot, some things in the physical world still worked the way they had, and old methods still worked. The pony express, for example.

			But as we slowly pieced it all together, we slowly realized that what happened was a bad thing. Pawns turned rapidly, for their own survival. The only thing we really had going for us was that we didn't need to sleep. But months of constant moving and relocating brought us to one inevitable conclusion; the Giovanni had won, but the victory was about as Pyrrhic as you could get. The ancients didn't really wake up or do much that I saw. Probably to them it was a child crayoning the house. Certainly an annoyance, but nothing truly damaging, and a few more relative moments of their time and the world would right itself again. And then came the plan of Numerius. A few groups of survivors going back to the breach to correct a mistake we were all too slow to see coming, and were now paying the price for.

			The next years were all kind of a blur. Dodging the International Department of Supernatural Affairs (because "Inquisition" is such an ''ugly'' word) to hit up old bookstores and memorabilia shops for anything that was still printed, and reading and memorizing like nobody's business. Interviewing people who remembered the before. Exercises in mental agility, reading people, learning to play the games that would need to be played. Pop quizzes, sometimes not, and always with one thing in mind - the building of a second team to go back and gain a rapid foothold so that we could plan and assault with ease. And always, during all those years, one person by my side; Brenda. SWAT helmet collection and all, we saw through horrors that I have no desire to recall but can't escape. Even if we stop the Giovanni, the memories never really go away. The friends (or what a creature like I was would call friends) dying in fire. People imprisoned for no crime other than selling me a baseball almanac. Running through someone, only to have their soul come after me hours later with vengeance in their heart.

			I'll expand more on my memories of future past another time, but suffice to say it's a future I will spare my coterie. Happy be the ignorant.

Auggy: /* On Motivation */

2016-04-20T02:10:02Z

On Motivation

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	== On Motivation ==		== On Motivation ==

			You know, I really haven't written down something I realized might be important. Whyfor am I putting myself through all this grief. It's a tenuous thing, held together really only by my memories, which can be faulty. But even the threat of the reality I remember is a hard thing. That said, what I remember frightens me to the core, and as fragmentary as it is, it's sufficient to keep my ass in gear even after all these years that have yet to pass. Wait. Shit. Is that right? I would consult with an English teacher, but I seriously doubt one would take me seriously - and it's a hideous sidetrack that would keep me from the main thrust of this; and so we're going to go with what I remember as a past tense thing, for the most part.

			Don't ask me about the metaphysics of it. I was an observer, not a participant. But what happened after the shroud fell was simply survival for...at least a month. Everyone was caught sideways, and the "lucky" ones who survived the initial shockwaves found themselves with some benefits, and some serious trouble. Humanity is wonderfully resilient, and proved itself so in the immediate aftermath. Even though the net was shot, some things in the physical world still worked the way they had, and old methods still worked. The pony express, for example.

Auggy at 01:44, 20 April 2016

2016-04-20T01:44:27Z

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	This is a short start...I think after about five years of similar things, we'll be ready for part 2; bringing the Milliners into the League. Trouble spot one is going to be that it's going to be contentious. Trouble spot two is getting a big enough stick to get the Milliners to behave. I'm sure we can get it done initially, but then we'll have to keep them in line. As it were. I wonder if Brenda can create a neromancy nuke that'd blow the holding pen open without causing an excess of damage in Boston. Although if Boston does...eugh. I dunno if that really clips to an acceptable loss to me. I mean I dislike Boston intensely, but that's a level I'm not sure I'm prepared to accept. Thus it is that I'll have to be prepared to call their bluff and Cagliari-ize Boston. That's gonna make for some sleepless days.		This is a short start...I think after about five years of similar things, we'll be ready for part 2; bringing the Milliners into the League. Trouble spot one is going to be that it's going to be contentious. Trouble spot two is getting a big enough stick to get the Milliners to behave. I'm sure we can get it done initially, but then we'll have to keep them in line. As it were. I wonder if Brenda can create a neromancy nuke that'd blow the holding pen open without causing an excess of damage in Boston. Although if Boston does...eugh. I dunno if that really clips to an acceptable loss to me. I mean I dislike Boston intensely, but that's a level I'm not sure I'm prepared to accept. Thus it is that I'll have to be prepared to call their bluff and Cagliari-ize Boston. That's gonna make for some sleepless days.

			== On Motivation ==

Auggy: /* The Milliner Teatise */

2016-03-09T03:09:50Z

The Milliner Teatise

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	''There are options - depending on what you bring to the table. The oaths of equals, a society where a class may find some measure of mobility. To speak more glowingly would be false, and a historian must gaze unflinchingly upon the visages of the past. But ask yourselves if eternal service is truly a wise service. Let those whose dewy eyes have not seen decades service with joy, and carve your own destiny as a family.''		''There are options - depending on what you bring to the table. The oaths of equals, a society where a class may find some measure of mobility. To speak more glowingly would be false, and a historian must gaze unflinchingly upon the visages of the past. But ask yourselves if eternal service is truly a wise service. Let those whose dewy eyes have not seen decades service with joy, and carve your own destiny as a family.''

			This is a short start...I think after about five years of similar things, we'll be ready for part 2; bringing the Milliners into the League. Trouble spot one is going to be that it's going to be contentious. Trouble spot two is getting a big enough stick to get the Milliners to behave. I'm sure we can get it done initially, but then we'll have to keep them in line. As it were. I wonder if Brenda can create a neromancy nuke that'd blow the holding pen open without causing an excess of damage in Boston. Although if Boston does...eugh. I dunno if that really clips to an acceptable loss to me. I mean I dislike Boston intensely, but that's a level I'm not sure I'm prepared to accept. Thus it is that I'll have to be prepared to call their bluff and Cagliari-ize Boston. That's gonna make for some sleepless days.

Auggy at 04:04, 17 February 2016

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 Good hunting.
 JSOC-COM
-ORDERS END.
+JSOC-COM ORDERS END.

Auggy: /* Orders, sir? */

2015-08-26T00:11:30Z

Orders, sir?

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	SUMMARY: It has come to our attention that force readiness may be at a lesser state than anticipated. OP-O6D will perform the following survey tasks as delineated below.		SUMMARY: It has come to our attention that force readiness may be at a lesser state than anticipated. OP-O6D will perform the following survey tasks as delineated below.

	ORDERS:		ORDERS:

	OP-O6D will:		OP-O6D will:
	* Test readiness in all aspects at multiple random locations.		* Test readiness in all aspects at multiple random locations.

Auggy at 00:10, 26 August 2015

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	"The first part of the proposal is simple - a cease-fire in place. From there, the diplomatic corps of each nation can convene in Cyprus. Territories that were in dispute prior to the declarations of war would revert to EU authority for the collective benefit. From there, we can rebuild and make Greece and Turkey the partner nations they were meant to be, building toward a better future for all of their partners, with economic and social prosperity being the bequest to our future generations."		"The first part of the proposal is simple - a cease-fire in place. From there, the diplomatic corps of each nation can convene in Cyprus. Territories that were in dispute prior to the declarations of war would revert to EU authority for the collective benefit. From there, we can rebuild and make Greece and Turkey the partner nations they were meant to be, building toward a better future for all of their partners, with economic and social prosperity being the bequest to our future generations."

			== Orders, sir? ==

			I needed a place for this -

			FROM: JSOC, FAS
			TO: OP-O6D - ALL
			SUB: Mobilization of command and SOC-CIV recruitment
			CLASSIFICATION: SECRET-NOFORN

			SUMMARY: It has come to our attention that force readiness may be at a lesser state than anticipated. OP-O6D will perform the following survey tasks as delineated below.
			ORDERS:
			OP-O6D will:
			* Test readiness in all aspects at multiple random locations.
			* Report readiness levels in AARs.
			* Submit reports to immediate commanders.
			* Make recommendations to enhance readiness levels.
			* Analyze and recruit personnel for civilian intelligence operations.
			* Submit progress reports to JSOC command weekly as per briefing materiels.

			OP-O6D is authorized to use nonlethal force in self-defense. OP-O6D is authorized to violate UCMJ standards in order to test installation readiness as necessary. OP-O6D will comply with lawful orders of superior officers, however where those orders conflict with JSOC orders, JSOC orders shall take precedence. OP-O6D is authorized modified grooming and uniform standards for this task. OP-O6D final reports are classified SECRET-NOFORN. OP-O6D preliminary reports are eyes-only for the installation commander.

			Good hunting.
			JSOC-COM
			ORDERS END.

Bruce at 06:16, 16 December 2014

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			;[[Jasons' Journal]]

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