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Here's a quick comment before I forget it.

The CCA's always been a politics game between the high-ups and the disillusioned skeptics of the current system. The leaders always surround themselves in a bubble of ignorance which is only perpetuated by the apologetic buddies they listen to. As Machiavelli stated, incompetent leaders surround themselves with flatterers. Here's an example:

SeC: "Y'know, Division Leader buddy, the CCA's in disrepair. All these motherfucking units in these motherfucking high ranks. Nothing is getting done, and I've got a bunch of useless people in command positions."
DvL: "Y'know, Sectoral Commander buddy, who I will agree with to save my own skin if you do try some radical course of action, I agree completely! We should wipe all units, that'll fix this problem. But...uh, below DvL, okay? Teehee!"
SeC: "Yeah, alright! I'll pretend that your agreement reflects a majority agreement. Let's wipe everyone below you and put more apologists, who are more likely to agree with me, in positions of power."

*The SeC decides to wipe everything. The only ones hurt here are the backbone of the CCA, the 05-01s who worked hard for their ranks. The skeptics are not affected, as they do not often possess high ranks.

And, the skeptics often convey a poorly-developed criticism which only gives rise to the mob mentality that often congeals a bunch of naive people into a single mass of buttmad. A movement based solely off of the demagoguery of the skeptics and flaring emotions attempts to oust the current leaders of the CCA. Usually, evidence of a movement like this is manifested in a single mantra: "The CCA's utter shit, everything sucks, the end is nigh."

*The two misguided parties erupt into an all-out buttmad war (in its worst-case-scenario), and ultimately, the "reform" that appeals to elements of both sides is passed, and new leaders are sworn in. The reform is usually just a name-change and "reassignment" to appeal to the skeptic reformers, and a wipe to appeal to the current leaders.
 
And this cycle repeats, and repeats, and repeats. I call it the "CCA Cycle." After countless turns of this cursed wheel, one should notice that the CCA, in principle, is largely the same as it was two years ago. We've still got a sociostability, medical, and mechanical divisions. We've got a group of division leaders who exert power over the CCA. While we've got newer divisions like "internal affairs," the CCA now is the CCA then, and, as such, the variable that determines success from failure should be identified as the competency of the leaders, not the structure of the CCA itself. A competent Sectoral Commander should be able to manage the CCA and suppress the urge to engage in these stupid backroom politics that never turn the CCA onto the right path.

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Yeah...I don't think anyone thought you were joking when you made the hogs video. Nor will they ever think so. It was funny because it was ridiculous.

I'm not currently an administrator, but when I was, I got pretty buttmad, maybe even posted a rant thread here and there. Yet, I didn't go shoot a little paper with the person I hated written on it. That's kinda childish. I didn't make a video insinuating death threats only to censor out the very ending for Rule 1. I didn't post videos at all.

I cried myself to sleep, then woke up the next day and robbed a KFC. loljk

No, no. I subjected myself to trolling long enough to gain a tolerance for it and a realization that this is the internet, and trolling is so silly it shouldn't be taken seriously.

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City Administrator / Re: <:: Civil Administration Roster ::>
« on: February 18, 2013, 01:29:42 PM »
Title: Doctor
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Name: Ezekiel F. Caldwell
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Degrees: Masters' Degree in Business Administration, Jurist Doctorate, PhD in Political Science
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Steam Name: Bowling Burnet
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Timezone: EST (GMT-5)
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Activity: Active

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"Ask Me Anything" / Re: ask that guy you all hate questions
« on: February 18, 2013, 11:24:57 AM »
Exactly how much power do you really have over the CCA?

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 < Burning Bullet > 's City Administrator application

What is your CA's name? (All CAs' names start with Dr.) (This is any name, Not citizens name) Dr. Ezekiel Fillius Caldwell.

Age: (IRL) 17

Do you have past experience? If so then where? I have governed as a City Administrator on a Serious HL2RP server for a good year. Most of this experience came from serving as a CA here. This character also served in the past, and has never been killed or reassigned. I just want him back.
How long have you played Catalyst-Gaming: Half-life 2 roleplay? Since its release in February/March 2011.

How many hours do you spend a day on the server? (When it is up) 2+ hours on a good day.

Are you available on weekends and in American time and early/late European time? Yes.

Do people consider you a good roleplayer? I consider myself a decent roleplayer with a proficient knowledge of the Engrish language.

Are you a good listener? Am I a wood whistler? Am I a hood parishioner? Nah. I'm a good listener.

Do you have good grammar? I speek gud pls. Yes, of course my grammar is good.

Have you ever been banned? Never.

Do you know HL canon inside and out. Yes. I tried to apply my understanding to my backstory.

Write a 5 paragraph backstory of your character that reveals their qualifications for the position (One paragraph = 4 sentences)

   Dr. Ezekiel Fillius Caldwell was born on December 7th, 1970. His parents were very ignorant of him, and he felt the only way to express his feelings and emotions were through contact with others. He became acquainted with everyone he met frequently at his daycare facility when he turned five. Caldwell knew the names of his daycare supervisors, as well as the children in his class. He actually found it interesting to listen to the head supervisor’s life story! And so, his ability to listen and gather opinions and stories from complete strangers began to grow. At ten years old, he wrote a speech for the Student Government Association of the fifth grade. To Ezekiel’s surprise, he felt calm and collected as he stood up in front of his peers and delivered a speech so well-written that he received a unanimous vote to become Class President. Caldwell felt he could accomplish anything that involved public speaking. At 16, he was invited to recite a speech for Good Morning America. The honor brought him great pride in his abilities. At 17, he graduated from his high school as Class Valedictorian of ’88. His valedictory speech brought tears to the eyes of all of its listeners for Ezekiel wrote it with passion and great detail of his class’ accomplishments. And he had his future planned out as well. He was given scholarships to Yale and Harford. He studied vigorously at Yale, his college of choice, for the next six years to earn a M.A. in Business and Administration, a Ph.D., as well as a Degree of Law.
   
   Those degrees would play a vital role in Ezekiel’s journey. In 1996, he was elected to the position of U.S. Senator. He and his aging parents were overjoyed. He would be the youngest recipient of the honor and duty to date. He held political rallies, spoke in favor of numerous Democratic Presidential nominees, and was even befriended by the President himself. In 2000, he ran for the highest office the U.S. had to offer- the Presidency. He fought “tooth and nail” but was eventually defeated by the Republican candidate. Ever since then, Caldwell vowed to reach the Presidency someday, or at least something like it. However, he became a very influential member of the United Nations in the process. UN advisors found him to be worthy of representation. This somewhat made up for his defeat.
   
   By 2016, it seemed he would get his chance again. The previous president had finished his two terms, and he was running against a “stick in the mud.” His strongest Republican opponent had no charisma about him. He was dry, had a very unlikable personality, and fit the Democratically-established Republican stereotype of “always disagreeing and pushing for spending cuts.” He knocked two opponents easily and became the Democratic candidate after winning by a landslide in the primary elections. All had seemed as though Caldwell would win, right? Wrong.
   
   The day was August 12th, 2016. Caldwell was delivering a speech on the issue of healthcare near Times Square. A faint rumbling could be felt from his podium. He looked up, saw the obsidian-looking storm clouds, and sniffed the suddenly humid air. A storm was coming. Suddenly, a huge flash of lighning erupted from the heavens, or so it seemed. This came with a bright flash of light, and a hole instantaneously opened up in the clouds. Caldwell shielded his eyes as a wave of apprehension mounted within his thoughts. And then…. It happened. A massive portal materialized out of the hole in the sky. A loud boom, and then Ezekiel could feel himself thrown off his feet. He looked around with his now-returning vision and saw that the entire audience had collapsed, eyes wide with fear. Screams. People pushing and climbing over one another. All Caldwell could infer was that whatever was happening, he had to get out, like the fleeing crowd. He slowly rose to his feet and leaned on his left foot, about to bolt away from the scene. And that was when he was thrown down again by a gust of hot air. He could feel tremors vibrating through the ground. He looked up once more, and realized that there was no escape.
   
   Huge, grotesque figures slipped from beneath the bright blue light of the portal. They looked like creatures that one would see in a Sci-Fi movie. Some dropped down heavily, some flew down with large beating wings. All of them were coated in a green slime. They swooped down and landed on the stage set for his speech. Ezekiel tried to regain stability and broke into another run. Whatever was about to come out of those “ships,” he had to get far away from them. He looked around at the last of the crowd, also desperately trying to flee. The winged creatures leaped and flew upon some of the fleeing audience, ripping them to shreds with pincers and fangs. It was quite nauseating, watching people he was about to address being ripped to bloody pieces.
   
   Ezekiel could feel his feet touch asphalt, and then realized he was on I-95. A black limousine pulled up promptly. It had a foreign license plate on it. The driver told him to get in. Without hesitation, Ezekiel followed the sound of the British voice. The green beings were lost on the horizon, but Caldwell did not dare breathe a sigh of relief. He knew those “things” were hostile and would pursue any humans. The limo skidded to a halt in front of New York's UN building, and a disgruntled and acutely disturbed Caldwell emerged from the leather interior. He was rushed inside the building, upon which he found a conference of UN leaders. A white-haired man in his later ages stood up, and started a discussion on ways to diplomatically stop whatever was attacking them. Caldwell needed to head into an air-conditioned room to clear his mind and settle his stomach, which so woefully cringed at the thought of immediate surrender.
   
   The room he sat in was covered with windows. He looked up at the sky, which became as dreary as ever. Gray storm clouds began twisting and undulating around a few points in the atmosphere. Caldwell peered upward at these points. Suddenly, the clouds separated into wide rifts at the locations Ezekiel noted. An immense flash of blue light illuminated the entire room. Caldwell was unable to make sense of his surroundings. He lost his balance and stumbled over a plush sofa.
   
   What Ezekiel couldn’t see were gigantic ships slowly creeping out of the newly formed portals. These must have been different from the first. As Ezekiel’s vision returned, he could barely make out a blue pulse coming from the huge, levitating ships. One of the ships dropped in altitude and hovered directly over the UN building. The massive force emanated from the alien engines shattered the glass in the room. A wave of glass shards fell on top of him. He covered the back of his neck and lied facedown to prevent any facial injuries. His hands became bloody and gashed. After all of the glass had fallen, he rose to his feet, delicately brushing glass off of his specially tailored suit. With difficulty, he squinted at the ship closest to the ground, and then at the horizon. He saw a large wave of green slowly taking shape a great distance away. Slowly, the ship directly over him made a 180 degree turn, and a blue light took form, aimed at the green alien wave. A thunderous sound pierced his ears. With a loud crash, a beam of pure energy erupted from the ship. Time seemed to slow down as the beam met its mark at the alien swarm. A huge, green-blue explosion rocked the entire foundation of the UN building. Caldwell was thrown back into one of the plush sofas. The shock wave from the blast caused the roof of the UN building to cave in. And in an instant, an entire wave of green creatures was gone. Representatives and delegates cautiously stepped outside, seeing their initial threat vanish into thin air. Small traces of gratitude toward the blue ships were forming in the delegates’ eyes.  They began a weak cheer that grew into a crescendo of praise.
   
   Ezekiel glanced over at a slightly cracked TV monitor. It read news reports of entire human militants being wiped out. The entire Army Reserve had just been… VAPORIZED It seemed that these beings had been first reported seven hours after the Army Reserve was defeated. The Reserve was the last bit of organized human resistance to go. He had been lucky to be the last to encounter with these creatures. Caldwell could also tell that these beings were not friendly. He tried to shout a warning, but the crowd could not hear him from the crushed room he was in.
   
   The dropship turned around. A smaller gun began to lower from the underside of the ship. It seemed to stare at the UN crowd for a brief moment, and then began to fire. The demeanor of the assembly turned to sheer horror as the turret began firing at the crowd. Most were killed. The white-haired one addressing the assembly used one of the dead delegates as a human shield as he retreated into the UN building. Ezekiel slowly followed him, crouching to stay out of the wave of fire. He slipped inside to see a group of cowering delegates, as well as the white-haired one. The delegates were encouraging him to make a move to save the survivors’ lives. “Dr. Breen! Save us!” they whispered. So the white-haired one’s name was Dr. Breen. He turned on a PA system and coughed to clear his throat. This man was a coward like all the rest, but he had leadership qualities that nobody else in the room possessed, except for Ezekiel.
   
   “We mean you no harm! On the behalf of the United Nations, I am hereby surrendering Earth! Save us! We will give you whatever you want!”
   
   It seemed that whatever beings were inside the ship understood the English language. Caldwell wondered how deep their intelligence ran. But the surrender seemed to have worked. The ship's energy cannons began powering down, evident by the drone of its power source slowing down. A large grub-like thing, attached to what seemed to be an alien life-support system, was slowly lowered down from the no-longer-existing ceiling. It “spoke,” but it clearly did not have a mouth. Am I imagining this? Ezekiel thought. The being turned what appeared to be its head toward Dr. Breen.
   
   “What is your name….. Earthling?”
   
   “My name is Wallace Breen. I am the leader of this world. We will lay down all arms in return for rule over the living human beings! “
   
   “We planned for more resistance. We were told you… humans… were more patriotic.”
   
   “No, sir. We are willing to cooperate.”
   
   “And the militaries across the world who we will find resistance with? No matter. All who resist will be killed. You are a smart man, *sneer*,  Breen.”
   
   “Thank you. Do we have a deal?”
   
   “Yes. You’ve made a decision that has saved the lives of everyone in this room. However… I pity you cowards. Your decision has also cost the freedom of all other nonresistant humans.”
   
   “It is a decision we are willing to make.”
   
   “And so, the… Earth… will be put under rule of the Combine.”
   
   Everyone in the room chanted, “All hail the Combine!” Even Caldwell could hear himself bowing and chanting the phrase of total subservience. Caldwell thought for a moment that maybe siding with these aliens would be the way to achieve power. He has truly always wanted the highest authority possible over his own people. And being second to Breen was a suitable tradeoff for his own life.

   The alien creature began speaking again, “ I have decided that humans will be placed into cities similar to human construction. All humans under eighteen will be removed from this planet. No humans will be allowed to… ‘reproduce.’ A protection team consisting of humans loyal to our superior race will be permitted to govern the humans and maintain sociostability among your small… ‘societies.’ I am currently scanning the thoughts of each and every person in this room to determine a select few who will administrate these cities.”

   And thus, it had begun. Caldwell began thinking of his past experience in administration, hoping the creature would read these thoughts. He thought of himself as assertive, very skilled at hearing the public opinion. He tried to think about his bid for president, and his qualifications. He created a mental image of himself as a good communicator with the public opinion, and a very analytical ruler. He can only hope that he is selected to become the superior authority for whatever city he is placed in.

   “I have decided on the City Administrators. They will be….”

   Time seemed to stop. At this very moment, Dr. Ezekiel Fillius Caldwell wonders if thinking the right thoughts paid off...

Accepted. Albeit a strange decision to have your CA alongside Breen at the time of the invasion, I enjoyed reading the story and I find your rp is certainly acceptable. Note: Reaver may over-ride this decision if he so desires.

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Introductions / Re: The Community that i couldnt forget.
« on: February 11, 2013, 10:27:28 PM »
I remember you and "The Brotherhood." People gave you a lot of shit for all the cyber. (Yuri 'Cyber-Webul' Sergig). I guess that's old news now. Welcome back.

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oh my, the rant threads shall flow like blood

welcome back, i still remember when i first joined and it was you and the butt inspector tormenting me over vent. dark days

I ain't about dem rants anymore doe. I'm....eh, 700% more chill now.

Finally, another black guy.

Did you endure the black jokes while I was gone? Herro.

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oh black jokes

it's good to be back

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Introductions / The Second...Third...Fourth...? Coming of BURNING BULLET!
« on: January 29, 2013, 10:20:24 PM »
Hello!

I'm going to be returning to CG after quite a while (It's been around eight months since I was last here for an extended period of time), and I can definitely see some things have changed for the better. (I love what you did with the CCA, Jonco <3, too bad City's dead right now and you're not in charge) I'm hoping to get involved with HL2RP again and become reacquainted with a lot of you!

To those of you who don't know me, I'm Burning Bullet. I first joined Roflwaffle's community back when it was called Skill Gaming (2010), and I served as an adminge for a while. From the time I joined Catalyst-Gaming, I certainly have changed quite a bit. (I used to post a lot of rant threads.)

P.S. Abbott is a hooker. Just kidding.
Herro Yankee, Spatula, Nicknero, Monkey with an Assault Rifle etc.

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General Discussion / Re: SMD I rape your mind with math
« on: November 02, 2012, 05:09:32 PM »
We learned this in Geometry.

This isn't possible because you can't divide by zero. Since a=x, when you divide by (a-x), you're dividing by zero.

Welp, case closed. Y'know, we should open up an educational subforum for people who haven't snorted enough OCRPowder today.

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"Ask Me Anything" / Re: Ask Raiden Anything
« on: September 29, 2012, 11:32:29 AM »
how was dark fraction?

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Introductions / Re: Guess who's back?
« on: September 04, 2012, 10:33:35 PM »
Why come back to a community where you have been continually hated and harassed time and time again?

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City Administrator / Re: Union Civil Relations Act of 2016
« on: August 11, 2012, 10:26:42 AM »
A few things, I hope they're valid as I used to have a CA of my own.

Councilman sounded 100 times better than Administrator. From what I remember, OTA that flagged up for the sole purpose of accompanying the CA would've been ICly commanded by their superiors to yield to the requests of the CA, if they were purely for security reasons. In this sense, the CA could ask one of his OTA guards to do something to keep him safer, as long as it was reasonable and the OTA unit could comply with it, the OTA unit would be very compelled to follow the order.

Also, about needing higher and higher rank auths to do something- the more red tape you put around something, the harder it will be to accomplish anything, and the less enjoyable it would be. CAs deserve free reign in the Nexus during Code Green. They might've been caged puppets in HL2, but they could at least move around in their cage. Ciitizens visiting him might see it as a sign of weakness that he can only rarely be allowed to leave his office.

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News and Announcements / Re: Orange Cosmos RP 2 Map Poll
« on: August 09, 2012, 03:48:27 AM »
Seriously, v2d is 5 years old now. Option 3 all the way. If you start out with a fresh, new map, the players you attract will stick, for sure. If OCRP2's going to be as good as you say, it needs a map that will compliment a fresh, new gamemode. Personally I'd look at OCRP2 and call it "same old, same old" if it was released on a map that hasn't gained the best reputation on OCRP1.

Option 2 repeats the failures of the previous attempt to switch to v33x. People will get used to v2d once more with OCRP2 and when you suddenly switch up to v33x on the 24th, the playerbase is likely to plummet as it did in the past. I fear that, if we release it with v2d and try to switch up to v33x, we will only be setting up v33x to fail once more, resulting in being chained down to the damm bitch of a 5-year old map.

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Paper or plastic?

How often do you play as a citizen?

What do you do as a citizen?

Do you play an instrument irl?

Favorite game?

What was you first game system?

Paper, if it's money. Plastic if it's a plastic bag full of money.

Whenever I can.

I'm about to start my C45 newspaper. Need some photographers and writers though.

At one point I tried the piano and sung, but I can't do either for shit now :(

Gameboy Color bitches!

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