"What happened to us?"
We were competent, strong even. We could march against any foe, combine our resources - take on the world. We were concerned with evil on the outside, oppressive regimes and constricting dictators. We never noticed when that corruption started to seep through the cracks in the walls. We couldn't predict when it happened, that instant when the switch just... flipped.
Instead of tender embraces, we welcomed our soldiers back with heated words and gestures. Protests for peace turned into angry weapons for people to enforce what they believed to be right. The 60s and 70s saw incredible progress for the human race. It also foreshadowed immense danger. With these groups rallying for infinitesimal intrusions on social rights, real or otherwise, these slight misdemeanors became louder and louder until those who listened had no choice but to prostrate themselves as if apologizing for a grievous sin.
Those attitudes inflated over time, turning those who bowed down to them into heroes and those strong individuals we once looked up to into villains. Although the vast majority of these rallies were meant to improve something the members saw as immoral or wrong, there were always those who saw a way to impose their visions upon the greater whole. To manipulate the crowds, turn them into a roaring mob.
The seething multitude therefore has to be contained, so that damage to property and lives is mitigated. Even in the case of peaceful rallies, emergency officials have to be present in case of extremist ideals exploding out - for what better place to instigate violence than in a crowded place full of already angry and anxious people? This is the world we live in.
This is the world many are born into.
Where nerves are teetering on the edge of a knife.
Where anything can tip over the balance, and send a rally screaming down into the maddening cacophony of a full blown riot. And it is happening more and more often in the most powerful nation in the world. For it was not in a single day that Rome fell into ruin. And it will not be in a single day that the United States will suffer the same fate. Most egregiously of all, those who will instigate that collapse will be standing over their new creation expecting thunderous applause from the fire and the smoke. When all will be said and done, they will fall upon each other like starving wolves.
In that moment America will disappear. We will become nothing, a smouldering absence of civilization. Perhaps a particularly powerful metahuman will make a claim to the whole, or maybe it will be splintered amongst several such unique individuals. It is a dark future that hurtles towards us, not slowly as it had done when the rallies were mere gatherings in front of the White House or Senate. The campuses left scarred by blood are still haunted by the sounds of the rifles that shed it. They were but a vision of the grim reality we cannot stop - at least not as we are now.
That is why the man once known by another name, a name he threw away, a man named Warsman spoke these words on a public platform in Chicago, Illinois, surrounded by a group of his peers - peers named the Neomarch. His diction enraptured what audience he could draw in, though many ignored him for such outrageous claims. There were other rallies being held in the same city - along the same street. This was intentional, as Warsman had decided long ago that if Neomachy were to survive, it would have to influence its ideals amongst the common masses.
The weak were to be exterminated, those cockroaches that fed from the dung of a previous age that should have eroded long ago - these were the targets he must eliminate. Those worms who decided that certain other groups were either inferior or superior, drawing lines while preaching equality for all. These were not the true warriors of equality. Equality meant fighting for your humanity, an idea buried when the American mindset during the Vietnam War shifted from fighting and containing evil to condemning those who rooted it out as monsters. The My Lai Massacre? Committed by weak-willed fools that should not be lumped into the greater sum of brave soldiers who risked and lost their lives on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
There will always be weakness in the human race. Preying upon it and making simple gestures to alleviate the pain is paramount to applying salve to a pulsating tumor. To remove it completely, one must cut it out - and sear the wound.
Slash and burn. It is the only way to be certain.
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