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Thread: Gangs, what is the solution?

annah said But if they are controlled by the state, are they gangs? Also, the power and influence of these state-sanctioned gangs tends to be severely limited. Click to expand... Your question intrigued me. So I turned to a dictionary for the answer, well, more like ten. Yay internet making simple questions easily answered ! I found one overwhelming theme in the gamut of dictionary definitions--as a side note scholars have shown gang originally meant to go as in a group, hence gangplank--which is that a gang is a group of people, usually youths, who share a common identity and are intent on criminal or antisocial behavior. This made me think. The more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that Fascism inherently supports gangs. By assimilating them into their local group of jackbooted thugs. Let's look at the Gestapo--they were said to integrate local gang members, people looking for a common identity who were interested in antisocial behavior Kristallnacht, anyone?. If we say that by the previously found definition there are three criteria for a gang--1 group of people, 2 common identity, 3 antisocial behavior--then we can see fascism by its nature supporting this. Fascism is about exclusivity, as well as some other admittedly very good things efficiency, industry, ect., ect. But Fascism is essentially a radically authoritarian principle based off of corporatist organization and structure. Run the country like a business! Efficiency! Punctuality! Work ethic! Ra-ra-ra! If someone doesn't toe the line, you fire them, how do you fire them from society? I'll let you review the history of the, say, Ustae or the Iron Guard or the Rexists before I let you come to a conclusion about that one. This is to say nothing of the Italian, German or Japanese fascists the children of the Western World learn oh-so-much about in school. Fascism also has a trend towards diminishing the importance of individuality and focusing on the group identity--could this be in part a hearkening back to trying to get people to identify with the nation in the way they would the company they work for?--to the exclusion of all else. When you look at that radically authoritarian principle it is always, always bundled with nationalism. The Rex? Fuck the Flanders! Ustae? Fuck the Serbs and Jews! Francoist Spain? Fuck the Galicians, fuck the Basque, fuck the Catalans! It goes with increasingly exclusive levels of who and is not a member of the state based off of their culture, interests, backgrounds, political philosophy. The whole nine yards. So what does that put you in the mind of?
Thread: Gangs, what is the solution?

Gangs of youth give people in power some convenient footsoldiers and dupes. Young minds tend to not examine a lot of what they're told, if they have reason to think the speaker knows what they're talking about, or if they agree with part of their message then they buy the whole thing. Therefore, disaffected, antisocial youth make for excellent recruits. Tell 'em what they want to hear, give them some cheap trinkets that they wouldn't otherwise afford, they'll kill and die for you, and you don't have to leave your office. It's one reason that having a poor underclass is a good idea when you're a plutocrat.
Thread: Gangs, what is the solution?

BlisteredBlood said I say turn it into a sporting event with the option to watch it on national TV, Pay-Per-View and internet podcast. Besides, people love blood, violence and absolute carnage and the major TV outlets - including the internet - love money and ratings as well as hits. It's a win-win for everyone, I believe. Click to expand... Great idea. Until the gangs and mobs begin buying influential amount of shares in that.
Thread: Gangs, what is the solution?

Sadly, I don't think there is much of a solution. Rules were meant to be broken, after all, and criminals will always find some way to evasively elude the authorities. But a way we can clamp down on it, I think is simple. Get some better leaders in place that can fix stuff up. The politicians now-a-days are actually making deals with criminals to get to the top. We need inspiring leaders like Eisenhower or something, who is well, straightforwardly, pure and true, and holds the citizens before him or herself. Then, the awareness for crime will rise, and crime will fall.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

As the sounds erupted around her, Violet shuttered in her shelter. The spurts of blood and gore splattering up against it, sickening her with each thud. She wondered what was in store for her, as if those creatures were bad enough, whatever could kill them would have to be worse. She was wrong though, as the door flew open above her, she covered her eyes to the light. Soon, her eyes adjusted and the assumed pending attack didn't arrive, she finally looked to the figure. A human? she thought, but was relieved. Thank you! she cried out, but in the back of her mind was the lingering thought of what they could do to her. Vie had never seen anyone like this man before, and as he assisted her in climbing from the toppled carriage, she noticed she'd never seen anyone like the strapping, rough men that were in front of her. Her gray eyes took in the situation, making her delicate mind gag at the sight of all of the blood and torn skin. Attempting to look away from it all, she feasted her eyes on her savior. May I ask your names? she asked kindly, attempting to play the damsel in distress that they wouldn't want to bring harm to. She shivered delicately in the cold as her corset, bodice, and skirts had only allotted her so much warmth. She wondered if they were familiar with the royal family's colors, and if they would know of her nobility. She hoped not, knowing that if she returned home she would be sent to the husband at once. Attempting to distract the lot of men, she sighed suddenly, faux fainting in the strong man's arms next to her for dramatic effect.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Each man stared at the woman with awe, Bjorn the most confused compared to the rest. Both Volkvardr and Gunnarr had been around the south a little bit, and saw their women. Volkan woman were usually a tad more, manly so to say. They weren't bulging with muscle, but there had been accounts of disputes ending the wife chopping her husbands fingers off. But seeing a beauty like this? No, this was a new sight to all of them. Gunnarr helped her down to the path itself, with Bjorn and Volkvardr crowding about them. Each man seemed rather stunned for the moment, with Volkvardr finally speaking. The blond is Gunnarr, the baldy is Bjorn, and I'm Volkvardr. Each man nodded at the hearing of their name. But before anymore questions could be asked, the poor girl fainted. The strength of an ox, these southern women. Volkvardr jested, shaking his head. Gunnarr caught the poor girl, holding her steady as Volkvardr knelt down, inspecting her. She's royalty, I've seen these seals. He muttered, looking about the carriage. Name doesn't come to mind, but she is wealthy. He said, standing upright. Should we hold her hostage? Bjorn inquired, squinting an eye. Volkvardr swapped him on the head, sighing. No, that isn't our way, we'll take her back to the fort and figure what to do next, Fenrir will know what to do. He said with a nod. It wasn't long before they were trekking with the woman. Gunnarr had clasped the woman in his fur, adorning her rather loosely clothed body all the while carrying her in his arms. The chill wasn't much to him, but she looked like she wouldn't last even five minutes. It took about half-an hour, and finally the group had arrived at the wooden palisade, the gates opening to the warriors. Men of similar styles, similar breed all seemed to crowd around them as they walked through the prize of beauty. Take her to your hut Gunnarr, me and Bjorn will go address Fenrir, about her and the orc presence close to home. Volkvardr said, seeing a sigh from Bjorn. Lad, I wouldn't leave you with her even if you were a woman! He called to him, Bjorn muttering something of a foolish old man Volkvardr was. It would be in Gunnarr's lodging that Violet would find herself next, laid on his bed with him sitting at the beside, unadorneding his face mask. Gunnarr's body was clad in ink, and clad in scars. Long healed gashes, sewed punctures, and various bruises of the past. His face remained only tainted by one however. A diagonal scar, one from below his eye extending to a two-thirds inch of his sideburns, barely touching it, but quite lethal in it's length. Aside from that, he also sported a small rounded spot of hair on his chin, seeming to go for a more clean yet roguish look.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Stifling a grin as they mentioned not bringing her back to the castle, she was along for the ride until she arrived. As she was carried in the winter air, she still shivered under the pelt. Thinking back to the events of the day, she went through each moment as she awaited the right moment to awaken. It took her that long to register the looks of the men upon her. Even scared and weak, their eyes had trolled her body. From the pale blue skirts that hugged her round hips to her corset tightened waist, resulting, to where their eyes lingered the most, in her endowed bosom. The lace of her neckline complimented her pale skin, drawing their attention to her slender neck, smooth skin, and delicate facial features. She heard the murmurers as they entered, what she assumed to be, their homeland. Violet wondered what their women looked like if they held her in such high regard, when at home she was almost plain because of her lack of fashion and makeup and the addition of a strong head on her shoulders. As the man, Gunnarr they'd said, laid her down upon a bed she waited a few moments, but let her eyes flutter open, dream-like. Where am I? she asked softly, innocently. Her hand trailed up to his face kindly, My savior, she added with a smile, but wanting to throw up at the words. She knew she was better than this lowly, weak behavior but she also wanted to survive. Another chill ran down her spine, making her look even more vulnerable.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Gunnarr was rather tired. That whole trek was an hour in length before they reached the woman, which was the highlight of the evening. To be honest, he had spent a few moments over-looking her frail, porcelain like body. She was beautiful, as if the taint of the world he lived in had not touched her body yet. If that was a good thing however, would yet to be seen. As she awoke, his eyes were drawn to her face. Her words, they were... odd. Most nobility they encountered were rich merchants always inquiring of mercenaries to guard their supplies. They were snobbish, frightful, and annoying as hell. She however, seemed different. The touch upon his skin would be quite different to her, he imagined. His face was leathery, seasoned by war and held tight by the cold winter. Her hand, so soft and seemingly well-pampered, felt new and wonderful to his skin. My lodgings, we are deciding what to do with you at the meeting hall. He mentioned, raising a brow at her 'My savior' remark. She looked so vulnerable, so weak. What else could he expect from the south? Pampered aristocrats. You found my name, but what is yours? He inquired, grasping her hand and placing it back upon the bed. Her touch was appreciated, but he still had his doubts of this woman.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

His face exuded strength, in the way his jaw was set to the actual feel of his skin, she found. The grin still played along her lips, Violet, my name is Violet, she clarified as he removed his warm face from her hand. As he did so she sighed needily, but didn't put up a protest. Sitting up, she fingered her dark locks, attempting to untangle them as she watched Gunnarr closely. He wasn't like the men she had encountered in the castle. He was chiseled and strong, not soft and not made for talking over action. Finishing with her hair, letting it fall back to the middle of her back she let out a soft sigh and stretched. So, what do you want to know? And what will you tell me about you? she tried for conversation in attempts of soothing herself, not exactly knowing what was going on besides the general notion he had given her before. She looked down at her nailbeds, feeling like she had passed her alloted time for openly staring at him.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

It was awkward, heavily. If Gunnarr was around his usual bunch, they'd either be drinking ale or shouting about some kind of heroic story, or even bashing each others brains in. With her, he felt any kind of joke or sentence he could muster might not be caught on by her. He even scratched his neck, seeming to be lost in the right choice of words. Well, I want to say I'd like to know where you are from, but I figure that question is quite obvious. He'd mutter, looking again to her expensive attire. My real question is, why the hell were you traveling out during the worst time of the year in my homeland? He'd ask, tilting his head. Again, he was trying to figure out the knowledge of southerners. As for myself, I'm merely a warrior-hunter named Gunnarr, that's all you need to know for now.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

My father thought it would be nice to sell me to the highest bidder and call him my husband, she bitterly answered, And I had to leave today, for some stupid reason. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she nearly forgot her innocent routine, but it came back suddenly, I'd never left the gates before, I don't even know what those giant things that attacked were... Folding her legs underneath her skirts, she looked back to him, batting her eyelashes slightly. She wondered what would happen when she never reached the husband's house as she portrayed this disgustingly delicate ruse for him. Sucking on her bottom lip, almost unknowingly provocative, she pondered what her father would do when told the news. Violet's eyes washed over the man again, wondering what his people would have in store for her as well.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

For a second there, he figured he saw a different side of this woman. But of course, she seemed to quickly flirt back to a soft persona. Gunnarr seemed to narrow his eyes with a slight inquisitive notion. She looked at him in such an odd way, a hint of lust he figured. He wasn't uncommon to these type of looks, being a rather handsome male about the area. Something yet was still fishy about her, so he figured he'd play it out. He slipped off the bed, grabbing a chair and easing it over. He sat with the back-rest towards her, leaning his arms crossed over the top. An orc is a filthy creature, one who is more brutal and barbaric then my people. Soldiers in your kingdom die every day to protect your people from this unstoppable horde. They march with only bloodshed and violent intentions. They kill the men, and they take the women. Gunnarr paused, nodding to her. He wondered if he sparked a reaction yet. The women are enslaved, used for sexual urges and reproduction for the rest of their lives, an orc camp is taken everyday, but the women who are taken to their fortresses, which have never been assaulted, are forever doomed as a orcish plaything. Gunnarr smirked, giving a cocky smile. Now listen very carefully, I don't buy this innocent looking facade, I know your kind, you lie, you play with words, you're tongue is more silver then any blade I've seen, so let's figure this. Gunnarr paused, again, pointing to his head. We are almost as brutal as the orcs, but we have our standards, and that makes us even more deadlier then them, and if you are untrue to us, you will find yourself without us next time orcs attack, but if you are honest and without a mask, then you have the one thing orcs fear guarding you, is that understood? Gunnarr asked. He was being blunt, forward, and a tad rude. But he wasn't about to play her game. His life was serious, every little bit that happened outside the tavern anyway. Life was survival, survival was life. He risked his life to hunt, he risked his life for his people, he risked his life for her.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Orcs were added to her list of things never to encounter again as he told her of them. It seemed as if she was extremely lucky they didn't find her. However he continued with his words and she cocked her head slightly at him. As he finished, her eyes flashed angrily. Then, she began. Do not tell me you know my kind. How ever you may believe people of my kingdom to behave, I don't care. However, do not tell me I act as one of them. I would not have sold my own daughter out of greed, as my father, their King, did. I do not treat you as a tyrannical woman bashing arse, even though that is your people's title in my castle. She paused to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed pink with fury. Excuse me for attempting to play my innocent card, in fear that I would survive. Its a lot harder to hurt a defenseless woman than one who bites off you head at every turn, is it not? So, let me apologize for being nice to you, with my silver snake tongue, and just be a bit more like the attitude I assume you're used to. Raising an eyebrow at him, she hoped he didn't retaliate with anything of her people, as she didn't know much more about his. It wasn't for lack of trying though, her father would never tell her anything and only let her read the sappy romance novels as a child. She wished she could slap him, but she knew his war-torn frame would only laugh at the blow. But as she stewed, softening slightly, she continued, I'm sorry that you question my innocence and niceties. I'm not such a snide brat, I'm obviously uncomfortable, seeing as its the first time I've left home and your people are deciding my fate. Violet closed her eyes, a tear slipping from one, and though the innocent facade was gone, she was still obviously delicate, even after her outburst.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

At first, Gunnarr was enthralled. A woman with attitude, he rather liked that. Something he was used to, and not a simple noble. However, as she continued on about her inner-conflicts and then the tear, Gunnarr felt less like a open-upper and more of an ass. Fuck, he muttered under his breath, rubbing his neck as he witnessed the tear. He didn't mean to make her cry, but he still wanted her to be honest. Gunnarr shook his head, placing his hand on her shoulder. Sorry, I'm not used to southerners, and I should be aware you aren't used to us. He said as he climbed off the chair, folding his arms about his chest. Listen, to get the most respect out of us, stay strong, I'll back you up. He said with a slight smile. The small moment was erupted as Volkvardr had barged through his front door, and that of his upper-room. The meaning of this- before Gunnarr could finish, Volkvardr had approached Violet, crossing his arms. I knew I remembered those seals, you're father... you're a princess aren't you? He'd ask, continuing without her response. You're father is the one who is trying to tax us, the bastard. Volkvardr said, covering his mouth briefly. Gunnarr was shocked, looking to Violet then Volkvardr. Those soldiers belonged to him? Gunnarr questioned, narrowing his eyes. The old one nodded, looking about the room. Yes, and we have his daughter. He muttered. I was about to tell Fenrir right before I realized this, if he learns of her origin... The Volkan kept talking, whispering to himself as he seemed to pace the room.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Violet looked up into his eyes as he smiled at her, not minding the tears, but the moment was gone in a flash. Words flew at her, Volkvardr's tongue flying a mile a minute. I am the princess, she corrected as he continued talking. And you should know that he would never allow me to listen in on royal matters. The only use I am to him is for more money. So I don't think it's exactly fair that I may or may not be injured, ransomed, or killed when he's essentially done the same to me already, that he's trying to do to you. Strong, be strong, she told herself, hoping Gunnarr would keep his end of their cut-short bargain. Her arms crossed defensibly across her bodice, pressing her breasts unintentionally upward after she stood from the bed. Sitting as they paced and slung accusations at her made her feel less powerful than she already was. As she thought, she began sucking on her lip once again, absentmindedly, attempting a way out of this predicament.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Volkvardr seemed to pause, looking at the woman with shock. Looks like somebody got a chip on their shoulder, Gunnarr you didn't try anything did you? He inquired, with the blond merely rolling his eyes. Volkvardr merely shook his head, holding his finger to his mouth. Gunnarr seemed to step forward, crossing his arms. Well it obviously seems her father wouldn't desire a ransom, so there is really no point for the work-up. He replied, Volkvardr looking to him with a narrowed gaze. Don't pull a Bjorn on me, you know as well as I do that it doesn't matter to Fenrir, the upstart will probably kill her off, and I'm not about to let him make matters worse for our people, let alone let a young lady die. Volkvardr said, nodding excessively. Gunnarr sighed, gritting his teeth. Well then we should move on our plan sooner, I've just about gotten Wolfgang's tribe to join us- Valkvardr quickly approached Gunnarr, shushing him before the princess. No, with this orc threat approaching we need the Volkan undivided, a civil war will make us a prime target. He muttered, looking to the princess. Where were you going? The old one questioned, his tone nothing but serious.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

What part of I don't get to know anything don't you understand? she asked, I had no idea who I was supposedly marrying, let alone where he lived. She rolled her eyes once again at their babble, but was skeptical to what was going to happen to her. Sensing dangerous times ahead she placed herself behind Gunnarr. Though she knew the danger was at least a few hours from now, she still felt safer with his body protectively dwarfing hers. I'll go talk to this Fenrir. I can straighten this out, she tried, hopefully. I'll just tell him what happened. She shrugged simply, but even Vie knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Thread: Fear Incarnate [Light the Fuse x Risi]

Volkvardr wasn't too sure she had her marbles in the right place. Fenrir was a rather diluted man. Given the pelt of the great bear by his father, Fenrir assumed the throne at his father's death, or at least that's what most believed. Fenrir is mad, and I know for a fact something like you could easily tilt his hand against us, he knows people are going after him, it's only a matter time, and if he got to you, he could start a war that would make our mission impossible, not to mention a war on two fronts would destroy us at our current condition. Mr. Know-it-all was basically Volkvardr's title. He seemed to gaze around in mad thought, with Gunnarr looking back at Violet. What if.. Gunnarr paused, moving to bring Violet into view. She obviously doesn't wish to return home, and all the villagers know a southerner is here, not of which kingdom.. Volkvardr paused, bringing up a brow. The lad was getting on to something here. What if we say she's my trophy wife, and until we get this sorted out, when we do, we'll send her back home? He inquired, looking to Violet for approval. Volkvardr nodded. It was a solid plan. What about search parties? Volkvardr inquired. Gunnarr already had an idea. We keep her here if they come, and inform them we found the carriage empty, say the orcs took her from their tracks. He said, smirking. Volkvardr was utterly impressed. The king will be none the wiser, and perhaps if this marriage of sorts he arranged for you means anything, he paused, pointing to Violet. He might assault the orcs, which may dilute our problems.. Volkvardr seemed to pace in thought again, Gunnarr turning to Violet. Any objections? He said, smirking.