I have a very important story to tell all, I think yall will find it very entertaining, it is an allegory, which for those of you who don't know, has a hidden meaning, but some may not find this so hidden. It is about a clan I used to be a part of. Here it is:
Once upon a time, there was a group of nomadic wondering tribesmen, in a land called Warlightia. They called themselves "roelplaers". The roelplaers were sometimes ridiculed by the other people of the world, but they were many. One group decided to form a kingdom. They would call it the United Nation . The United Nation started out its own tribe. Hardships were great at first. But, the United Nation built a magnificent great kingdom. This kingdom eventually expanded rapidly, it grew great in numbers and in size. The United Nation dominated the roelplaer nations, except their rival, the Illuminats. The Illuminats were very clumsy and untrained men, but had vastly great numbers. Their leader loosely ruled. This amused the United Nation, who often beat them in skirmishes and poked much fun at them. They made fun of their terrible leadership. But one day, the Illuminats underwent great change. Their leader was killed and replaced by a different man, who also purged most of their members, and forced some to flee. The Illuminats earned the respect of the united nations, but migrated into different lands.
The United Nation had decided to choose a leader, meanwhile. A man highly regarded, Stirlingshire, was chosen as leader. One man suggested the idea of him having a council of generals to help him expand and better the kingdom. So they were chosen. Stirlingshire and the generals made the United Nation a utopia. Skilled Roelplaers from everywhere flocked to it. Stirlingshire ruled until he became very sick, and was likely to die. New elections were to be held for the leaders, with prestigious candidates like Prussian, lawls, and maximil. Maximil brainwashed and teased others to quitting. He came in power.
All of a sudden, a strange thing happened. Maximil declared him self "The Supreme Cheesey Puff". Nobody knew what he meant by this, but there were still promises of great things made by the "Supreme Cheesey Puff". Many did not like it. A first wave left and created their own kingdowm for roelplaers, a militant group known as "The Corp". Others gradually left. Many still complained about the "Supreme Cheesey Puff". He did not follow his claims of a great clan. Instead, all of the great things he had once promised, like democracy , were nowhere. It was "selective", aka a dictatorship.
The Supreme Cheesey Puff had his own council, like Stirlingshire. A couple of men tried to give advice to better the clan. They were unwanted and ignored, but not removed, as it might start an uprising. He instead listened to his puppets, who say "YES MR. SUPREME CHEESEY PUFF" in response to his every idea. The Kingdom gradually shrunk. All members who left with their part of the Kingdom were "traitors", the Supreme Cheesey Puff said. So communication with them was banned, only allowed when absolutely necessary and usually done in secret. The People were now angry with the Supreme Cheesey Puffs. Even some of the general puppets began to scrape the crud off their eyes and see reality. People demanded he be overthrown! But the cheesey puff still had spies, who reported this activity. Some actively spoke out against him. But he gave genius answers like "Leave my kingdom." "Whateva". He didn't care. He had totally abandoned his original claims of freedom and democracy. A group made efforts to overthrow him. They were ratted out. The Cheesey Puff's police force ran them off, and they were banned from returning. Some others left voluntarily. But these 'fools' were 'traitors' and "Constantly insulted the clan". Therefore, nothing was apparently lost. So the Dictator Supreme Cheesey Puff continued to rule, as he ordered all who dare speak a word against him to be removed, unlike a certain "charter" that was the basis of "democracy: in the clan, but actually less than a symbol that was never followed. The dictator strengthened his single grip, and now manages this flop-of-a-clan alone.
But my friends, there was much lost. During the cheesey puff's reign, over 30 men had left the clan for their better. The United Nations is now under Supreme dictatorship by the Supreme Cheesey Puff(as I like to call Marksman :P), and the only poor fools left are the inactive members, the noobs, and the brainwashed loyal members. I do believe I can see the United Nations [of warlight] clan future now: a sorry ruler who seldom listens to anyone else recruits over 100 noobs, and the UN does indeed become, the "New Illuminati". All top contributors are gone. It is now a dictator and but a few noobs. How can anyone be satisfied with that? I have no idea.
Good luck United Nations, because I can assure you, you will really need it in the future. You are not what your original members shaped you for. I will miss you but not your dictator, who will probably give some stupid reply to this thread like "Whateva".