  The concept of leaving the world… I guess it isn’t anything new to many of the well to do Filipinos: the Idea of leaving the country and settling with a new life abroad. I honestly like the prospect of being able to earn a good living for what skill I have worked hard to hone and the ideas I have worked harder to keep original. I’ve been reading about the days of Manuel Quezon and the time after America’s colonization. It was true that we didn’t need America, we were well to do and had nice things ahead of us.
Its just that these days the evil that infects the country has gone out of hand and nobody can do anything about it. Its much like the rest of the world. If there is a problem, people flee to a better place where they will be respected and will be happy. There is too much hate and too much prejudice that there will always be conflict. The Philippines now is much like the depressing settings some people play in their games. Its oppressive and hopeless, despite what so many people try to do to help improve the situation there are those forces that have gained plenty from the ruin only to give it up to the uneducated and unenlightened masses. The contrast is that so many people in power in the country don’t have much of an education. The fact that it is a popularity contest and a arena for giant egos has made the who country a battle field where the damage can be seen everywhere.
This is the era in the country where a powerful singular figure should rule. A powerful dictatorship that is merciless as it is threatening. It took a tyrant to break the knees of this country it would take another to get these legs forced to walk again. There are many theories on how this country should be run. There are so many conjectures and ideas about what is wrong.
I believe that all that is needed is one man to sacrifice everything… his family, his life and his very soul to save all that is living within these isles. If a man was to attack the norm… to attack those already in power forcing them to share it… that is evil. When a man assassinates all those who have power over the lives of those wretched and hapless poor… he is evil. If he does all that is good for the sake of having the people fear him, hate him, and band together to destroy him… he is evil. Machiavelli believed that fear is greater than respect. He is right in the context of the medieval age where everyone cared only for themselves and their wealth. The Philippines is pretty medieval… as it goes. And the greatest figures of the medieval age never were those of great pacifist character but the leaders of war.
War… a word that so many fear and dread but a necessary evil in the case of what is wrong with our country. I used to run a game called the Shadow Syndicate. Its all about what I just talked about. I saw how stupid some of the corrupt members of our government are since they don’t know how to hide their sins… and made villains that have used the rampart poverty and human degeneration to make a greater evil. In the setting one will find: brainwashing camps… its pretty easy to brainwash and to condition and create real-life zealots.
Not to mention create illicit resources that would allow men already in power to have underground armies. Hiding them… that’s the tricky part and that’s what can add to the paranoia. A witness is killed by a paranoid junky… what a cover up. And nobody will ever know. The players on the other hand are those that believe that leaving is not the answer. That this will all continue unless they make their stand now. Gifted and wealthy (legitimate) they prowl the nights hunting these powerful men at the same time maintain their anonymity. It’s a bloody and calculating game… where this Powerful figure has his own crime lab and science lab to allow him to track down any weakness of anyone he preys upon. Businessmen and Reformists alike are targets. These villains know all the loop holes and have all this power in their disposal. What else could they do but make this country their playground. As a father what can you do if your daughter is target of these creatures and they can drug her and kidnap her and all that you’ll get back is a naked vegetable on your doorstep.
… My brothers loved playing this game. They would be simple soldiers… who were sent into ambushes. They would survive at a terrible cost. The come home to find out that news of their death in the newspapers and their family disappearing. Desperate men… they are powerful characters… but they are but the impetus. They need men of cunning and with the resourcefulness to wield them. Men of great character and patience, like generals of old. They Fathers and Brothers who have lost their families in the bloodshed of politics who return to seek revenge. These are men who had the wisdom to hide their wealth far from them and to keep their families close, but still their integrity and their good nature were obstacles other more dangerous men could not compromise with. Together they wage war… a war measured in faceless bodies and scars upon scars of hate. Then again its just a game and who will play it when my brothers are all far away. And whats the point of playing it anyway. Its like chasing a dream that would never come close enough to the ground to touch. 
