Clan Rhapsody
a mean and polite gang
"Rhapsody, an enthusiastic instrumental composition of indefinite form
and utter Freelancer destruction"
There are a lot of stories of our origins that span countless years and eons back in the time. There was a time, our forefathers have written it in they own blood over our ship hulls, when we had a home and when the beginigs of our rhapsody were composed.
All they left uf was one sentence:
Many of us even now in this age of science beleive in it, but the true meaning has been lost to us.
One sentence:
There is a place - it is far from here in space but not in time, if you have the means - a place where there are seasons, a place where the spinning, leaning globe moves in an ellipse about its sun, and where the year winds on from a springtime to a bloom, then turns toward a harvest where the colors wrestle one another above your head and beneath your feet, meeting at last in a crisp uniformity of brown through which you walk, now walk, sniffing the life carried above the deadness by the cold, sharp morning air; and the clouds seen through the opened trees skid across the blue sheet of the sky and do not give down rains; then, moving on, there comes a time of coldness and snow, and the bark of the trees grows as hard and sharp as the tongues of files, and each step you take leaves a dark hole in a white world, and if you take a handful into your home with you it melts, leaving you water; the birds do not wheep, threep, skree, cheep, as they do when the color is upon the land and themselves - they zip their feathers tight and vibrate silently upon the shelves of the evergreens; it is a pausing time between movements: The stars come on more brightly (even this star - do not fear it), and the days are short and nothing really gets done but thinking (philosophy was born in the cold countries of the Earth), and the nights are long and given to the playing of card games and the drinking of liquors and the appreciation of music, the boarding and unburdening of love, the looking out through rimed windows, the hearing of the wind, and the stroking of the collie's fur - there, in that still center, called winter on Earth, where things regroup within the quiescence and ready themselves for the inexorable frolic thrusting, to dot with periods of green the graywetbrown that follows the snow, to spend later panics of color upon a dew-collecting, insect-fetching morality of mornings through which you walk, now walk, savoring these things through the pores of your skin - there, I want you to remember, where the seasons proceed in this manner to bear notions of the distinctive pattern of human existence, to tattoo genes with the record of movement through time, to burn into the consciousness of your kind the rhythms of the equally true "Judge thou no man fortunate till he be dead," and the rearing of the Aristophanic Pole - there, is set the place of your origin, is laid the land of your fathers and your fathers' fathers, revolves the world you must never forget, stands the place where time began, where man, brave, devised tools to modify his environment, fought with his environment, his tools, himself, and never fully escaped from any of them - though he freed himself to wander among the stars (do not fear this star do not fear it, though it grows warmer) - and to make his sort of being immortal upon the plains of the universe, by virtue of dispersion unto ubiquity, fertility unto omnipresence (and always remaining the same, always, always! do not forget! do not ever forget - things - such as the trees of the Earth: the elms, the poplars like paintbrushes, the sycamores, the oaks, the wonderful-smelling cedars, the star-leafed maples, the dogwood and the cherry tree; or the flowers: the gentian and the daffodil, the lilac and the rose, the lily and the blood-red anemone; the tastes of Earth: the mutton and the steak, the lobster and the long spicy sausages, the honey and the onion, the pepper and the celery, the gentle beet and the sprightly radish - do not let these things go from out of your mind, ever! for you must stay the same, though this world is not that world, you must remain you - man, human - please, listen! please listen! I am the genius loci of Earth, your constant companion, your reminder, your friend, your memory - you must respond to the thoughts of your homeland, maintain the integrity of your species, listen to the words that bind you to other settlers on a thousand other alien worlds!).
-RZ
There are very few of us now; our former strength and glory has sucumbed to many foes we encountered during our neverending journey.
Some of them were strong, some of them were good, some were evil.....
but they all perished, screaming and lieing in their own entrails.
Now, we are scatered, our forces have been streched maybe too thin, and we have blended with the dwellers of the Orion system,
disguised as freelancers, pirates and rogues, but one look is more then enough to our bretheren to recognise each other.
One look is more then enough for call to arms to be sent.
One look is more then enough to light the flames in our hearts.
We are in constant search of that lost place, our home, our peace...
And we will brake every f****** bone in your body to get there.
Like we said:
"Rhapsody, an enthusiastic instrumental composition of indefinite form
and utter Freelancer destruction"
CYA in space
Clan systems :
Void Server
-none
Clan Members:
Void server
1. -RH/|\PSODY-Ira_Dei
[-=/|\=-]-Saint
-RH/|\PSODY-Saint
2. [-=/|\=-]-LiLiPutanac
-RH/|\PSODY-Ak[41]
3. -RH/|\PSODY-Stojke
[-=/|\=-]-Stojke
-RH/|\PSODY-RaSpuTin
4. -RH/|\PSODY-RoadRunner
[-=/|\=-]-VaMpirE
5. -RH/|\PSODY-Salvage
[-=/|\=-]-Koja
6. -Rh/|\psody-AciD
[-=/|\=-]-CorsaiR
7. -RH/|\PSODY-THOR
[-=/|\=-]-Silent_Hunter
8. [-=/|\=-]-IceTea
-RH/|\PSODY-????
9. [-=/|\=-]-MasMassu
-RH/|\PSODY-???
10. -RH/|\PSODY-Afirist
[-=/|\=-]- ????
Guild Server is down
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In Memoriam
-Rh/|\psody-ACID-[X]
-Rh/|\psody-Salvage-[X]
-Rh/|\psody-Mustang-[X]
-Rh/|\psody-Saint-[X]
-Rh/|\psody-RasputiN-[X]
-Rh/|\psody-Seijin-[X]
Void server
Clan RP:
We are a group of drifters in search of long lost home...
Our glory has vained, and maybe we are a bunch of rag-tag looser pilots forced to act like scum... but we will see Earth again!
Clan is open for recruting.
***edit
Note on recruiting.
Recruiting process is a bit slow and tedious process in our clan.
Why?
ALL our members are equals. Our main goal is to keep our friendship
above anything else. When someone after a long trial becomes our member he/she will get access to all our "belongings" - FL servers and web alike. She/he will become integral and unreplaceable part of us and our community.
Also that means that potential recruit must win the respect and thrust of all
our members. On the other hand when that respect and trust is once earned it will be always honoured no matter what hapens.
We are sorry, and we are hoping that few people, that asked us to join, will not get ofended by this, but at the moment there is no other way to join us.
Our temporary base is here
Sat Jul 07 2007, 20:08