Underground Mafias Army

Before I begin, I must confess that this is the culmination of my knowledge of the state of UMA thus far; therefore, my ideas, philosophies and opinions may be flawed. I do hold my claims with much pride, for I have taken a great deal of thought into these ideas. I do not protest to the fact that I am naive, ignorant, flawed, wrong or young. However, I do believe everyone is a little of all those mentioned when concerned with the state of the UMA. I do my best to not be supercilious, though when writing to oneself; it can tend to slip by. With all this said, may I now embark on my first and final post on the Underground Mafias Army, our home, our sanction – and most of all – one of the oldest and sacred armies left in this community.

The Vilification of UMA

Over the past few months, UMA has been spiraling further down the canyon of dissolution. I didn’t anticipate any of this just yet, in fact, I knew that this post was ineluctably foreordained, but I mentally conceived that delaying it for a few more months would avert all of the negative critiques from former leaders and veterans who think that it is fitting to ridicule and implicate the hierarchy of the army and incriminate them of contempt. And then you have the older veterans like Derek, who’s impertinence is second to none and would back the decision that is currently being made. Don’t get me wrong, this army is at its last cornerstone and me in no way to besmirch this army’s name by keeping it running on its last legs, that is disreputable and discourteous, and I would in no way act in a graceless manner. Throughout the past few months, an astronomically immense magnitude of dispersion has been witnessed by both myself and Adam, undeterred by the fact that we are infrequently online to examine over the army – we do, however, check in with the leaders of this army. I’m not setting out to stigmatize any former, current, or any veteran as an apostate, wrongdoer, or anything of a sort – because their time accommodated in this army will be remembered.

I have been asked before, why I believe what I believe. I understand the controversy that may arise when people learn that my notions are marginally lackluster, but I know that without a doubt that UMA could have surmounted the dejection that spiraled into and eventually outdistanced themselves from the naysayers – essentially causing them to thrive again, but no, that didn’t transpire, UMA lost hope and tripped over a crack in the surface. I don’t ask that anyone believe as I believe, I hope even that I manage to eschew crossing too far over the line between parroting on and evangelizing. This is more just an amassment of cerebrations, and a suggestion. Ignore, disparage, dissect, lampoon or even concur as you optate.

Life is composed of decisions, and their immediate and incremental effect on yourself, and those around you. A butterfly flaps its wings, and a hurricane commences to boil somewhere in the antithesis hemisphere. A production-line employee passes a bullet at the inspection point, and someone’s power to make decisions is perpetually abstracted, somewhere in the world. The prodigious tapestry of choices life has to offer should not be perceived as an obstruction, but a benediction. The onus is on us to enlighten ourselves to this simple and indelible truth: You don’t have a choice. Once enlightened, it is our obligation, our obligation to ourselves and our peers to prehend this concept, and ascertain that our actions are reserved solely for the purport of reinforcing and accolading this ideal, the ideal that lives on within every single UMA veteran, soldier, and retired leader today.

The Epiphany

At the end of the day, this epiphany has come at a time when epiphanies are many. With each day, authenticity either cheered me on or slapped my face so far, and with each cheer or slap, the epiphanies emerge. This was a cold, hard slap, but a compulsory one. Maybe one day I will look back on this and remember that I made the right decision by shutting down UMA, the only thing in this community I have ever loved, apart from Laoise of course. But guess what? I will opt to live in a constant state of awe and wonder. Little things will intrigue and delectate me. I’ll take nothing for granted and explore every avenue and possibility. I will hold no prospects and sanction life to surprise me. I won’t sanction people in UMA, or this community to degrade or besmirch my denomination, Adams denomination, or somebody else’s name who contravened the norm and verbally expressed that this is it – the final path in which you’ve tripped over – because we know what we are doing is right, and if you have a quandary with that then you require your head sorted out you dismal mess.

The most mundane question that we are asked as UMA legends is this: What transpired? Why do you perpetuate to ignore the inevitably ineluctable? You see, the cynical, often act with implicatively insinuated preponderation to the hopeful, in this case, we would be the hopeful ones, and those inquiring and querying our motives would be the cynical ones endeavoring to push up the responsibility of UMA onto our shoulders, kind of like an encumbrance. They know that UMA lives in a rigorous world of accepted realities. When you sit by and let UMA become an unsightly place you’re not being superior nor logical, just slothful, and your apathy should not be habituated to somehow prove the incognizance of the hopeful. The hopeful is in prospect of more preponderant things and a better UMA, whether or not it comes, and though they may rejoice in their successes they additionally have to live with their losses. You just optically discern how UMA is. They perceive UMA as it is and endeavor to make it preponderant. Next time you endeavor to condemn the hopeful. Do not know you are superior you are simply too indolent to transmute things and too jealous to let others do it.

Retired Leaders

Of course, if you’re hopeful and that is all you are, then you are not superior to the indolent nor equipollent to the others. If you simply wish the world to be preponderant, your dependence on the hopeful weighs them down as much as the jealousy of the apathetic. If you’re a realist just accept you’re a sloth and do not digress to jealousy and if you’re an idealist strive for those ideals, don’t sit back and do nothing.

UMA has this scarcely moral code intended to provide a firm ground for the cooperation of former leaders who believe that UMA can be great, and yet whenever I see former leaders on UMA’s chat I incline to gabble at the notion that they are only here to ridicule the current leaders, albeit the person who is ridiculing those leaders didn’t act on anything that they were supposed to act on. I would make an endeavor to keep the hope running in this army, but if you have seen the most recent events, then I am trepidacious that both UMA and the people who forfend its legacy are phased out.

Legacy of UMA

What do you want as a legacy? Fame, potency, glory, accolade, these are all good things, but what is something that will stand the test of time. I want you to know for the next few minutes about what you want your legacy to be, in any way, shape, or form. When you have your legacy I would relish to show you this quote.

“And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley

This is perhaps the best quote I could find, the line that gets me is “Nothing adjacent to remains”. What kind of future does that lead for our legacies? Not many legacies can stand up to a kick like that. Mazuma, puissance, fame, all gone; washed away by the sea. The way I perceive it, you could be the richest person on xat, lead 10 different armies, be a colossal player on CPAC’s legend page, have the most popular “friends” online, and still be forgotten. The community isn’t astringent to legacies, it’s just efficient. So if most legacies can’t stand, which ones do? As with all of these posts, I conventionally indite them because I have come to what I believe is an answer to this question. Is this the only answer, no, even I’m not that arrogant; but I do believe it is an answer.

Even after you’re gone, they will still tell stories about how ‘that guy’ or ‘that girl’ told me about the war he was in, whether it be the color wars, the Black Alliance war, etc. What he was doing when Boomer 20 retired, what he/she felt that day, and even why he/argued with a toon on Xat. To me at my humble age of 17, this is the best way for someone to leave a legacy. Raise an honorary army, edify the people inside of it right from erroneous. Then edify older generations of this community what you edified them. Your legacy will be how you raised them, and how you doted them.

You have scribed your words to the point where they have etched your passions. You have left this wallowed community victorious; eyes resplendent, with the sagacity you indited and wrought. Your passions shall echo in my eats, and everybody else who know that the Underground Mafias Army was a force to be reckoned with. I stray into some sullen storm or get caught in the torrents of the monsoon that we call the dismal actions of our own mistakes. Your death will only be a commencement.

It will not be a terminus, for a cessation implicatively insinuates finality. Your life will not culminate when you die, for your impact on this community shall not be effaced. Recollections shall remain, your engenderments shall remain, your work will still have influenced those around you. Your legacy will live on, be it good, deplorable or relatively unknown. The death of your designation will affect our community. While many people will remain nescient, others will be shocked to aurally perceive of its demise. Its symbol will be a simple tombstone, a cap on a life lived, an authenticity experienced. It is an army that none shall ever experience again, an army that will never be optically discerned again. One army shall end, many shall be transmuted, but illimitable others shall perpetuate, and always will.

We live for fleeting moments here at UMA. The taste of victory can as soon be superseded with the acridness of vanquishment as the lighting may strike on a inclement night. We give our all-knowing this. We bleed upon these fields, each futile moment, knowing that it could be for nothing. But this is what keeps us driving on, gritting our teeth and playing through the pain. Knowing that we have everything to lose but concurrently, we have everything to gain. We may be puerile, some may call us temerarious, some may call us duncish, but we are here to leave our mark. We strive to be champions.

This insubstantial community causes us to fight and jeopardize our salubrity for something fleeting. I feel for myself, but I feel others may be akin to me in this sense: We live in an insubstantial community, lives and people transmuting around us. But by clenching at the strands of prosperity we call a victory, we can weave something authentic that will be recollected by others who will come after us. And maybe, just maybe, when we grow older we can look back and verbally express that we will be recollected when we pass on. For that is what it is to be human, to carve a legacy of recollection afore we fade into the depths of hell.

Corruption

In equitable, unspecific terms, the corruption is an opportunity to maintain a vigil that simultaneously reflects on lives cut tragically short and to accommodate as a reminder of the cessation result of abhorrence, and power-hungry leaders inside of the UMA. If you are a progressive proponent, it is a day in accolade of and reserved for the suffering of the retired and unwanted leaders who were cast out because of their actions. But let me be blunt about something. Power does not corrupt. A lack of control does. Control of others? No. Control yourself. Power is a potential which can lead to good or lamentable results. When I speak of puissance, I suppose I genuinely mean energy. Everything and everybody are interconnected by this energy. These are not the redundant echoes of a wannabe incipient age do-gooder. These are arctic, unromantic facts that were passed down to the current leaders of the UMA which proved that they were more than capable of doing what the leaders afore they did – albeit now, I don’t think I can express that.

That being said, we cannot seem to relish UMA without corruption. An elusion from control, be it our own or another’s. As with any delectation, there is a toll that it will extract from our minds, spirits and personas. Pay now, before you drown in your own debt.

But to be honest with you, UMA was into corruption and Anarchy, and I for one admit I was an Anarchist inside of the UMA. Anarchy is a resplendent thing. With Anarchy you don’t have politics, or you don’t have credence systems, all you have is yourself and the people around you that harbor kindred conceptions. Everyone fears Anarchy. Why? Because it’s been made out to be a monster. It’s been made out to be malignant and lawless. It is lawless but lawless does not obligatorily mean evil. This “lawless” that we have been told is a tissue of prevarications and nothing more. This “lawless”ness is just human nature. If you take away laws, we would realize that you cannot kill just for the sake of killing. We realize that in order to live than cooperation must occur, which is why UMA lived for so long. This cooperation emanates from people of homogeneous conceptions,

The UMA veterans or this community shouldn’t be just one group of set people who believe what others believe. That is another lie that has been coerced into our heads. This community is composed of many armies. People are grouped by popularity, wealth via xat, how many times their army has reached first and many other things.

So yes, I was corrupt, and yes, I did do things that are unpardonable, but do I care? Not at all. I’m open and veracious about it because I know that I, solely, did it all because MY army thrived under these ideals. You have all become so wrapped up in industrious conceptions. You have become so wrapped up with conceptions of the future that you all fail to stop and perceive what’s going on around you. What do I perceive is going on around us? I perceive authentic ideologies and ideals being passed through the generation of leaders.

Soldiers, Retired Leaders, Veterans.

polluting every word we verbalize, and turns nice words of altruism into abhorrent weapons. It is a weapon used to bring down entire armies, a weapon to make the even the mightiest of leaders retire, and a weapon to eradicate the greatest and loyalist troops. Execration becomes a component of us the day we join an army. We witness fights between friends, fights between leaders, we aurally perceive the gossip about a certain someone, we auricularly discern people behind other people’s backs. Hate is not just another emotion; it’s one of our most controlling emotions, and if we as an army don’t get our execration in check, we will be on a crash course to ravagement.

Hypocrisy is a commonly practiced every day in today’s community. Most people only visually perceive it in the media, though. Leaders will set out on a war campaign sought to ravage a certain thing. Albeit, what people don’t see is how hypocrisy is withal all around them in their everyday lives. A friend might say how a certain person is erroneous by doing something, but then turn around a do identically tantamount. Hypocrisy is a mundane thing in UMA, and where there is hypocrisy there is additionally hate, segregation, and prevaricates.

Lies are an immense thing now. People don’t think twice about being mendacious, but telling the truth is a major process for some. Some lies are so big that they engender this erroneous community around someone, and when that veil of lies is torn down the person who spewed the lies is shocked to find that no one trusts him/her. The lies that someone expresses are diminutive, but it’s when that person tells a plethora of little white lies that they commence to tell their own downfall. For once lies are broken into their truths, the lies regard as a thing to hate and vilipend. Lies are told both sizably voluminous and minute in both size and quantity. It’s only when they are revealed as erroneous that the people start disregarding what people verbally express, and trust is eradicated in a matter of minutes.

The community we know today is drowning in its own incognizance and corruption. Detestation engenders the feuds and wars we rage. Segregation in many ways divides people, armies, retired leaders, and veterans. Hypocrisy emanates from virtually every crack in the ground, and through billions of people’s teeth. Lies are among the worst; how people lie to an entire army, entire soldiers, and other members of their army. Hypocrisy is swept off our minds like dust, segregation is disregarded and obnubilated, hate is too mundane to be taken solemnly, and it seems that lies more facilely telling them the truth.

Coming Back

Emotions always sporadic running high then running low, especially when you’re inditing something this deep – something you’ve been wanting to relinquish for a long time, but had to refrain due to the amount of shit you got from certain people about “keeping things a secret”. I just want to be frank about the intricate situation that the UMA is currently under, which some of you may understand, and some of you may not. Once the Underground Mafias Army closes its doors for the last time, nobody will be able to reconstitute them without sanction. That’s right, if somebody wants to ‘reconstitute’ UMA, depending on that person the UMA league of retired godfathers will accumulate and debate on the matter, but it is very unlikely that we will come back given that our designation doesn’t show on CP – making auto inditing and recruiting infeasible for us.

Closing Words

This ends my explication of UMA shutting down, albeit, the short version UMA is so ineffable that I can never do it equity, and neither can anybody else who leads it. We strive to better understand our stances, to better understand our purport. We utilize UMA in many components of our persona: from the simple to the intricate. We should accept the notion of UMA’s virtue.

We should accept the implicative insinuations that come along with it. Letting sundry elucidations control our vocations is no way to work inside of this community. Fretting over whether to believe in something as being right or erroneous is preposterous because in doing so you have yet to answer the true question: what does it designate to you? If you can find an answer to that, then the rest is, as they verbalize, details.

No longer will you mull over the decision as being a right or erroneous one; no longer will you second conjecture a heartfelt emotion when UMA dies and endeavors to climb back up to the top. In doing this, you don’t become a drone, you are not becoming a self-indulgent cretin; on the contrary, you have understood YOUR mind.

You should know full well that the path you take is going to be the one that will lead you to where you require to be. It may have its twists and turns. It may send you through tribulations, but in the terminus, you will emerge headstrong, leaning toward what you are here for to thrive in this community, with much dutifulness, and with much perseverance. No person needs to be consulted. You have your reasons, and I believe I have expounded them to you (if not directly, then indirectly).

To those who don’t agree:  Ask yourself this, where has UMA been in the past few months? Nowhere. It’s been in the rubble for months and you fail to comprehend that UMA cannot just roll out of it and expect to come back spick-and-span – you’re forgetting that and the sooner you’re able to perceive the truth the better. We will leave behind personal retorts on each ideal and distribute them in their true resplendency — leaving it to the person reading this to accept or to reducible each on its own. Ideals are a very sensitive matter, but each ideal comes back to the fundamental acceptance of UMA closing its doors.

Note from Mach

It has been the biggest honor of my entire CPA Career to have been a UMA Leader and Legend, and to have contributed immensely to the legacy of this outstanding army. It has taken years of effort from all of the veterans and soldiers, as well as constant trial and error, but at long last: we have finally made it. The UMA is the greatest army of Club Penguin, and in my heart it always will be. No matter what hatred or adversity we faced from our enemies, the one thing that truly stuck out to me in the end was that of it all was that even when we were getting sizes of 40-50+, there only ever were a few true legends who genuinely cared about the army, from January 2007 when Pink Mafias founded the army, until now, the very day where I use my power as a UMA Godfather to close her down. I want to personally thank my heroes in UMA:

Wgfv, for giving me the chance to start my career, no matter how much of a failure I was, no matter how inconsistent I was, you never shamed me when UMA was maxing sizes of 10, and you made me feel proud when I was able to get UMA to 30. Even though you’ve long gone, you inspired me to push forward.

Eyes, for truly making me who I am, and being my best friend, and basically my older brother. You were always someone I could look to for advice, and when you left I was deeply saddened, but it was from the lessons you taught me that helped me become the leader that I am today, in shutting this army down.

If I could, I would personally thank every person who has ever served the Underground Mafias Army at some point in time. I would tell them that they contributed to the greatest experience in CPA history, and they made many, many people, including themselves, happy. We’ve always given it everything we’ve got with this army, because we love it. Fight the bad.

For one last time,

Goodbye UMA.

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