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[NUKE9.13]

... or we could have them act as people who are accused of Grammar Nazism usually act. As in, nice people, trying to help people improve their english, usually only as a side note to their normal post, pointing out things that really everyone finds mildly annoying.
OR we could have them act as the illeterate 12 year olds who are their targets believe them to be; hate-filled intolerant fanatics, seeking to crush them because they HATE THEM, who want them to CRY SOME MORE and go off the internet FOR EVER, in the name of some BULLSHIT CHRAMER NO ONE GIVES A CRAP ABOUT BUT THEM.
Personally the second option has more appeal.

There could be a special form of Chramer Masi known as a Z'bel Tchek, who is not allowed to act or speak, but uses his magic to give imperfect areas a red glow. They could be used by the Chramer Masis themselves to seek targets, but they would be high-value prisoners, which powerful Kings/Lords who do not wish to bring the Masis' wrath upon themselves would use to check their creations.   

[Armok]

I think all factions shuld exist.

And I alredy suggested spellcheck: as normal Chramer Masi employed as the advisor of someone.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Once again. Vocal minority. Extremely vocal minority. They're the ones who most people think of when they hear about them, but the majority are the nice sort.

[Sean Mirrsen]

Do we have spambots? Spambots from outer space bent on conquering the universe as we know it? Something in that reminds me of Space Rangers 2...

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

How about there be a class of what are reckoned to be pests to most, but in reality are the eyes and ears of sinister intelligences?

[Armok]

Industrial looking machines that nobody knows were they come from, fuled by souls that they eat, they use attractive androids (very well made, can preform evry function of the creature they mimic, including *that one*. They also have a simulated atractive personality and are very good actors. there are ways to reveal them (magic, IR cameras, choping of a bodypart and see if it's full of wires) but they keep evolving slowly more sophisticated all the time.) to snare their prey and lure them into their hungry maws, theyr lands are something that simply ocationaly appear, and the original purpose of the wizards was to fight them.

I agree whit the "vocal minority" Chramer Masi idea.

[NUKE9.13]

Once again. Vocal minority. Extremely vocal minority. They're the ones who most people think of when they hear about them, but the majority are the nice sort.

Noooo
That is boooring. I want violence!
You say yourself; factions are not nations. If there was a Chramer nation, then yeah, that. But they are a faction of people who really believe in the Chramer. There may be others who have less extreme views on upholding it, but they are not members of the Chramer Masi faction.

And I alredy suggested spellcheck: as normal Chramer Masi employed as the advisor of someone.

Yeah, I should have made that clearer; I was responding to that. It's just I think crazy violent Chramer Masis would not become willing advisors, so, what I said.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

But think about it. They aren't going to get any converts if they don't at least present a good face, and the factions exist to convince others that their ideas are true and right. People have to actually believe these ideas, forcing it upon them does not work. Besides, remember what happened to VN, the great toad does not like armies of crazy people wrecking up everything.

[Armok]

We shuld vote on this issue, that was what we were suposed to do for all of them in the begining:

POLL: a) Chramer Masi are mostly nice and peasefull, whit a violent vocal minority or b) all Chramer Masi are violent, there are nonviolent peaple beliving n Chramer but they are not part of the faction.

I vote A.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

A.

[NUKE9.13]

B

I really don't see the point of peaceful Chramer Masis. How do they affect anything?

Now see; I'm figuring this is a forum parody. 'Grammar Nazis' (or at least people called Grammar Nazis) are present in every forum. They do not 'recruit'. You either enjoy upholding proper English or not. So they don't need to recruit. Some people just feel that they are doing the right thing.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Mrueh.... perhaps a midway point is needed: On the outside they show every sign of being a bunch of reasonable people, and most of the regular people are. However they use tactics of terror and intimidation to keep those who wish to leave in line, as well as brainwashing undesirables in the areas they control.

[NUKE9.13]

Have you ever seen someone really, seriously call someone a b100dy GRAMMER NAZI!11?
If not, imagine it.
Ok. Now imagine you are the twelve year old kid who is calling them the grammer nazi. Man, that guy is hating at u!
Now take the guy you imagine is correcting your english. Can you feel how evil he is? How he wants to make you feel bad for no reason?
That is what I want Chramer Masis to be.

That they masquerade as 'nice guys', that actually fits into that image. Yes indeed. But the loyalty issues; well, the actual nazis had no (well, little) trouble that. Why would they?

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Because many of them are just regular people who saw this as a philosophy fitting their own. Most of them don't find out about the things that they do, and most of them don't care, accepting it as a given and necessary. There are those who don't, however.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

I just had to post this:

The air was heavy, and filled with a thick fog, filling the entirety of the hall, or at least the parts of it that I could see. The last thing I remember was travelling through the marshes of Ontoroc, watching out for trolls. I was pretty bored of watching the dull marshes from the top of the agonizingly slow-moving caravan and was feeling rather tired and.... oh. I just hope that these are the kind that don't eat people, although that might be better then a life of slavery. I'll just have to wait and see.

The hall that they had me and the rest of my companions in was huge and filled with cages and others who had been unlucky enough to be captured by the bastards. We all are chained to the walls, and most of our clothing has been removed. There aren't any trolls in here at the -wait, one just walked in.

"Now listen you miserable runts. I'm going to tell you brain-dead animals 'ow much yer life is worth now. It's worth less then the shit on my boots, it's worth less then the worms that are 'gonna be yer dinner,  it's worth less then whatever 'ope you might have of escape.

See, this place ain't like any of your oh-so-grand light lands. This is my lord's land, and it's got a thick barrier of rock separating us from any o' yours. Now, you might be thinking that you could just dig yer way out. Think again. This rock's different. Fer one thing, it heals right up behind you, so if you try going out that way, we'll 'ave us a nice new fossil decorating the halls.

Even if you little fucks find a way to deal with that, it doesn't matter. The rock just keeps on going and going, the only thing you'll find out there is death. 'Course, you little dullwits might think that your kings and queens might come to save you. They won't. They knows to stay away from us, and for good reason. We'd stomp 'em flat we would! We's the biggest and the strongest, and yer gods and sub-gods don't care about you miserable little insects.

Now, your new assignment is to 'elp in the mines. I'm gonna take you there and you 'ad better keep up. After all, the loz hounds could always use feeding, and-Huh?"

The fat bastard had been interrupted by a smaller troll who had rushed in and was now whispering in his ear.

"Aw, damnit."

He turned to face us again.

"Change of plans. We ain't going to the mines, instead, we're goin-"

he was suddenly interrupted by 3 figures entering the room. They consisted of two humans and a crystaline humanoid of a species that I didn't recognize. From their garb I could tell that not only were they free league soldiers, they were chainbreakers.

Chainbreakers are the bane of anyone who dares to impose restraints upon a sapient being. The bane of not only slavers, but also jailers everywhere. They go after anyone with the intent to imprison another in shackles, and they're just as good at breaking heads as they are at breaking chains. That last part is something that I never wished to see demonstrated in front of me, and still don't

"Come on, we've got to get out of here!" Yells one of them to us, as his companions go around the hall, doing what they do best.

My own shackles are removed in short order, and I follow them, getting out of the building and into the street of this place. It appears that my former jailer wasn't lying about the shell of rock. The city of these foul beings is ramshackle and seems designed to drain the spirit of all who inhabit it. I'm following my rescuers down a rather large street which seems to be oddly devoid of trolls. I ask the chainbreakers about this.

"Yeah, we've launched a diversionary attack. Now, we're going to a portal out of here and before you ask, no, we are not in fact doing this by ourselves. We're the forefront of The Baron's assault force."

"The Baron's doing this?"

"Yeah.. Oh, you must not've heard. A week ago he began a campaign against these bastards, said he's gonna destroy every last of these worlds."

"Why start now?"

"Dunno, might be that they stole one caravan too many and managed to piss him off. Now, we're here at the portal, and if I see any of you again, I'll buy you a drink. I wouldn't wish being a slave to any of these fuckers upon anyone."

And in no time at all, I was back on course.