POOHEAD189

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity I realized it was not the exclusive use for nationalism. That's why I specified he was using one of the 'lesser known definitions' when he said it was merely patriotism.

Also I assume because you replied to me and not he, you agree that Nationalism is 1984 newspeak bullshit.

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@POOHEAD189

I would beg to largely differ on that particular front. Of course there are other definitions of it, as is typical with modern language, but this was the only major one I could find. Mind you I did not spend much time investigating this any further, but the only other similar result is just searching the word in Google or on Wiktionary, both of which are notoriously biased narrators.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

But...your links prove my point in various places.

excessive patriotism; chauvinism.

exalting one nation above all others and placing primary emphasis on promotion of its culture and interests as opposed to those of other nations or supranational groups

excessive, narrow, or jingoist patriotism; chauvinism

Plus it was literally the 2nd point on the google search.

When I think of nationalism I think of all of the genocides, interments, mass deportations and other horrors which people have enthusiastically embraced in the name of nationalism.

Speaking as a member of the rootless cosmopolitan bourgeoisie, maybe nationalism, like religious fervor, is something that I am just incapable of understanding as I don't and have never felt it. I don't get all weepy when I see flags waving and yellow ribbons and such. I hadn't yet come to America when September 11 happened, but I was here during the end of the Bush years, all that nationalism didn't go to a great place. Problems don't go away because we wave flags, people just cover them up for a time.

@Penny

I can't imagine what it's like to go through those hurdles.

The Sunday Group

Concept Pic

Name: Manny Rockefeller

Age: 25

Appearance: Unkempt would be the best word to describe Manny. He's often seen wearing yesterday's rumpled clothes. He has brown eyes and refined facial features, with long legs and a fit body. He quit smoking awhile ago, though he felt odd without something in his mouth. He tends to use toothpicks now.

Concept: Jaded and paranoid supernatural investigator and researcher with an old soul. Officer in the field. Sarcastic and tired.

Powers/skills:

• Wing Chun: While he's by no means weak, he has no illusions that he'll be the strongest thing out there, so he took it upon himself to learn a martial art effective for close combat, yet it's power is derived more from stances, swift strikes, and momentum than ordinary strength. He's been a studious practitioner for 4 years.
• Gun play: Years working in the back streets, and spent in shooting ranges, had made him an effective shot and a competent gun wielder. He's not the best, but he's reliable and a quick aim.
• Sleight of Hand: He's had to do some unscrupulous things in his life in order to survive. He's a talented pick pocket and lock picker, and he's not too shabby with climbing small buildings if need be.
• Recollection: He has a fine memory and can recall more than most would think, due to his obsessive mind.
• Lore Student: He's studied more ancient and supernatural lore than a grown man should, thrice over. He could be a mythology professor if he cared enough.
• Hot Rod: He can drive cars and motorbikes fast and skillfully.

Writing Sample:

Ghoul Investigation

Picking the lock to the window was easy enough. The interior of the abandoned office building was stuffy and thick with dust. Manny slipped the cloth he kept in his back pocket up to his mouth, breathing in slowly as he looked around. His sharp eyes caught the trail immediately, dust having been wiped clean on the floor, leading to a trail that led toward the fallen ceiling of the break room. He placed his foot on the counter, and kicked off with a leap to grab a hold, and haul himself up onto the 3rd floor. He held his breath throughout, so as not to groan and give away his position.

When he pulled himself up, he didn't move quickly or anxiously. He knew if what he expected to be here was here, it would be much quicker than him unless he was prepared. He knew it would toy with him if he was slow, which gave him an edge. Manny wrapped his jacket around his right arm, holding a vial at the end of it. His other hand slipped the safety off his M1991 .45 handgun, and he moved with a practice silence across the floor, though the ruined wood creaked every so often.

The slabbering noise in the other room was loud enough to drown out any small creaks however, and Manny casually, slowly stepped through the open doorway to view a scene out of a horror novel. Grey and smooth, putrid flesh covered the hulking figure as it nuzzled its face into the open chest cavity of the still-warm corpse. Wet sucking noises filled the air as the ghoul fed, its back-bone protruding out like a reptilian spine.

The claw marks on the opposite rooftop had given the beast way an hour ago. He'd been sufficiently prepared. He'd learned long ago not to call the police. Nothing but red tape and lawyers.

"Hey bitch," he called. With preternatural speed, the Ghoul yanked its head up and turned, only for its face to be covered in shattered glass and holy water. With a screech it leaped at the doorway instantly, but Manny had already moved. Summarily blinded, it hit the side wall and screeched more in pain. Manny stepped back into the doorway and fired his weapon, punching 4 holes into the beast before it croaked, and fell dead.

Before he left, he slipped on his gloves and fished his hands in the corpse's wallet. He'd notify the police of the death, of course. But he'd take some cash for his trouble. A man had to eat, after all.

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That's some 1984 newspeak bullshit, and the same will be done to patriotism shortly. Nationalism is pride in one's national heritage. This is good.

@mdk

No, it's more like that's some dictionary bullshit, cuz it's the legit definition.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Gilderoy's eyes blazed with an anger Camilla had not seen before, but almost as quickly as it had come, it was gone. "Marchioness...my lady Camilla..."

The men were still, fear and wariness written on their faces. Their fingers twitched and their legs bent slightly, as if they were threatening to jump Camilla despite the risk to their apparent plan. Gilderoy bade them stay where they were, and instead it was he who strode forward two steps, gesturing with his hands as if to take Camilla's firearm and free hand in his own. He looked as if he was cautiously approaching a mare he meant to break.

"Can you not see?" he asked, fervently. Garmmen had stopped reciting, gazing at Camilla with open hatred. Gilderoy took another step toward her. "Chaos will overrun the world, girl. You have not seen it like I have. What you've seen the past day has been but a taste..." He ended the sentence with a seething sound. "Kislev, the Empire, even Tilea...all will fall. Unless we take drastic measures. There is power in Dragon's blood, don't you see? Only I can save the castle! The World!"

He seemed ready to run at her himself.

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Cyrdic's armor took the brunt of the Axe blow, but even his half-too late dodge and his armor didn't save him from a cracked rib. He growled and lashed out on instinct, chopping through the Ungor's head, hacking off the top half and leaving its lower jaw and tongue lolling out. It toppled to the ground, and Cyrdic coughed. He could hear steel on steel and handgun fire, along with the whistles of arrows and the click of crossbow bolts. But it was the next belch of flame that spelled doom for him.

It struck the weakened structure of the wall, and cracked the surface of the structure, crumbling its foundations. There was an ominous rumble as the wall caved in, the din of battle halting for a moment as both sides realized the tide having just turned. The Beastmen or Chaos warriors couldn't use the opening just yet, for over a thousand pound of crumbled stone lay in their path. But it had been broken. Roars of victory filled the Chaos ranks, and even now Cyrdic could see the larger Bestigors marching forward to begin clearing the path through the rubble.

"To the Great Hall!" Cyrdic cried, stabbing into a Gor and roaring again at the top of his lungs. The men that remained, which was about eighty good soldiers if he had to guess, struck the few Beastmen on the walls and hustled to follow the Ostlander. Stepping over the dead young Knight, Cyrdic leaped down the back stairs and into the square, his sword in the air as he ordered defensive formations to be had.

"You! You, and you! You ten! Stand here at the doorway to the keep. The rest of you, into the keep now. No reason to fight them in the open," He counciled. Handgunners rallied to the door and stood in classic volley fire fashion, reloading their rifles as swiftly as they could while the larger Beastmen and Chaos warriors dug through the broken section of the wall.

As bloodied longbowmen and armsmen with dented breastplates made it into the great hall, Cyrdic stood by the handgunners at the hall gate. He had no idea of the situation Camilla was in not a room away through the Great hall. All he could see was the Khornate Berserker that, with a ferocity beyond comprehension, cut through the last stones with a single swing of his Axe.

"Aim." Cyrdic said, hatred making his voice deathly calm, and the riflemen did so. Ten rifles aimed at the small opening. There was no missing their targets. The Chaos Champion pointed his axe at the riflemen, and Beastmen streamed out from behind him.

"Fire!" Cyrdic cried, and the crack of the rifles filled the square in an echo as bullets punctured armor and pierced skulls and Beastmen chests, killing seven of the monsters and felling the Khorne follower to his knees. The riflemen retreated into the main hall, Cyrdic following and pushing the huge gates closed with one of the larger Halberdiers.

As the horde filtered into the square, they cried out in anger and rage as they charged the gate, only for the reinforced timber gate to swing closed before their eyes. As soon as Cyrdic shut the lock in place, he felt the tremors of fists and weapons on the gate. It was a stout door, but even two feet of wood with some iron fitting, it would be broken shortly. He realized that unless they had a better plan...they would all die here. There were just too many Beastmen and Chaos warriors. Even in an enclosed space that favored them, his men were tired and outnumbers at least 3 to 1, if not more.

Swordsmen carried the dining tables up to the gate to brace it, setting them on their sides.
@Penny

The Primal Fury - A Dragon Ball Story

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Oh, and Powerlevels are gonna be 'important'. In the sense that the main cast will start somewhere at the strength of Raditz - Nappa - Bardock.

@Hillan

1,200? 7,000+? Near 10,000?
You mean like in the low thousands?

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Sorry, I meant @Everyone, not just you little Poohead.

@Skepic

_Little!?

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I mean that all our social problems seem to vanish whenever there's a rally-round-the-flag. Almost as though putting your country first was healthy for one's relationship with their countrymen. It's been true in America for quite a while, I mean, so long as one ignores the Civil War......

...but historically, the rise of nationalism solved all sorts of tribal problems in Europe. Not all of them, obviously, but it was a major advance. Now with the EU in charge, nationalism has been bleeding to death and -- well gosh, it's almost like this has had deadly consequences.

@mdk

I think you might be confusing patriotism with nationalism. Or, you're using nationalism in one of its lesser known definitions, I suppose, which is being patriotic. Usual nationalism is thinking your country is superior and foreigners are lesser peoples.

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#NotAllBronies

Hah, well memed, me.

@Fabricant451

Bronies are the exception. We cannot suffer them to live.

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Over a long enough timeline, everything human trends towards tribalism. Feminism has gotten there. So has a whole bunch of other shit -- I too am Christian, and I fully acknowledge that we're guilty of tribalism in spades (we even do it to one another via denominations). Politics is tribal.

Historically speaking, the only force that ever really beat back tribalism, was nationalism. Damn. If only there were some kind of nationalist uprising we could summon up.

@mdk

By tribalism vs nationalism, do you mean social groups vs national groups?

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no i was memeing

@Dynamo Frokane

I have friends on FB who take those memes seriously and post them like they're gospel. Can never be too careful