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(( This was posted anonymously to the VNBB. The original post was deleted by VNBB administrators, but was re-posted later on, and reappears sporadically. Oh, and none of Famile Fleurdecroix have anything to do with this post! I am attempting to integrate elements from Dr. Strangelove, Failsafe, and other Cold War/Vietnam era movies and literature. OOC -- and IC! -- comments are welcome! ))

THE AFS IS LYING TO YOU!
Do not be fooled! Do not buy in to their lies!

You are being lied to, every day of your lives. The AFS is attempting to mold humanity into a mercenary army of new imperialism. The Bane are just a convenient excuse to re-arm and re-militarize humanity.

DO NOT BELIEVE THE STORIES YOU ARE TOLD!

Lie: The AFS wants us to believe that we are fighting our way to Earth, first on Foreas, then on Arieki.
Truth: The AFS is waging a campaign of imperialism, and doesn't give a damn about Earth! We will only see Earth when the AFS is ready to make it the heart of a new Human empire.

Lie: Contact was lost with Earth when a shardship crashed into it.
Truth: A shardship also crashed into Foreas! But Foreas is still viable, in fact we fight on it every day! The AFS can go back to Earth any time it wants.

Lie: The Foreans are our allies against the Bane.
Truth: The Foreans are hapless pawns in the games of empire that our leaders used to play on Earth against each other, and are now playing against the Thrax. We are using them and the Cormans for cheap labor and cheap support. The AFS simply commandeered the Corman bases in the Palisades!

DO NOT BELIEVE THE LIES!

The AFS wants you to believe that you are fighting for freedom.
Whose freedom are you fighting for?!
You are looked at as nothing more than cannon fodder for the AFS's ambitions. You are a means to an end. You are not fighting for freedom, you are not fighting to liberate your homeworld.
You are fighting for the ambitions and imperialist dreams of the AFS High Command!

WHAT ARE YOU FIGHTING FOR?

Why are we "fighting for freedom" if we are given CREDIT BONUSES and paid CREDIT BOUNTIES for living, breathing Thrax that we kill?
The truth is the AFS wants to make an empire based on a mercenary clone army -- you!!!
They are indoctrinating you into fighting for them and are BRIBING! you with material things, to keep you from thinking too much!
Do not be fooled! We are oppressing the Foreans and the Braan and the Cormans, we are militarizing the entire race, and we are embarking on an imperialist agenda to take over the galaxy from the Thrax!

Wait and see. Someday soon, we will be told that we are "liberating" the galaxy for "free sentients" everywhere -- wether they want "liberation" or not!

THINK FOR YOURSELF, CLONE!

Most likely, you are a clone of someone, and have been given a gun and training and told to go out and kill 'Crusty.' But there is one thing that cannot be taken from you! -- your free will! YOU can make your OWN decisions!

Don't let them tell you what to think!
Don't believe the propaganda they are feeding you!
As questions and don't STOP asking questions! All the information, all the [u]truth[/i] is there for anyone to see!

THE AFS IS LYING TO YOU!
Are you going to let them keep lying to you?

-- The Matador

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Pull the other one, it's got bells on.

(( OOC: Hehehe! =) That's mostly the reactions I'm expecting! Matador for now is just supposed to be equivalent to the conspiracy-theorist nutter/rabblerouser, someone that lets someone say, "I may be crazy but at least I'm not that *points to Matador* crazy!" Of course, if things grow sinister as more and more of the back history is revealed, then there's always Matador to say 'I told you so....' =) ))

*mumbles as she reads the ravings* Some people really need to strap on a gun and work through their issues, frickin' lunatic.

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Caine reads the ravings of the mad-man. "These are the moments when I wish the AFS would get us some pyschologists. The war fatigue is already getting to some of us.."

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"Who the hell keep posting these pieces of shit?"

Stalks over to the nearest tech guy holding up the flier.

"You, care to explain these? There is an order from HQ stating that this shit gets shreaded. Now, i'll ask nicely What the FUCK over?"

Commissar Singhe frowned as he read the the script on his datapad, each glowing letter another pin prick of growing irritation.

The Matador.

Whether a madman or not, the Matador's rantings would slowly be filtered, remolded, and insidiously memed into the weak-minded soldiers that lived of gossip and inanity.

Whether a madman, this had to be dealt with.

Cassie read the report quietly.

_This Matador might have point. The trick is not to mind the lie._

She bit her lip, click-clicked to save a copy of the report in her workspace and loudly announced 'What a bunch of shit!'

_Whoever this Matador is needs to be found. And either silenced, or thrust into the spotlight._

{deleted post} Diaz wrote:

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Pull the other one, it's got bells on.

((.. two points for Diaz.)

Codie couldn't help but read this, she'd heard a commotion about it in the tavern. As she finished scrolling through the bulletin, she reread it once more with a bit of a smile on her face.

To the person next to her, she said, "My my, it looks like we have a Gaius Baltar on our hands."

Rush smirks, shaking his head slowly. "Well, this Matador jackass has a right to voice his opinion... as long as he doesn't mind someone else exercisin' their right to pistol-whip the sorry *UNPRINTABLE* until he screams for his Momma."

Lt. Ambrose leaned back against the cold metal wall of the bunker and sighed, sweat dripping down his face and chest as he relaxed, post morning PT. Looking over the article, a brow quietly quirked as he took a swig from the water bottle. His eyes narrowed as he took in the text. He thumbed the PDA off, neither saving, nor deleting the email broadcast. He sat up and stood, tossing the small hand towel over his shoulder and made his way inside- his thoughts kept to himself.

While browsing through the net during a break from writing reports Novalith comes across a post titled "The AFS is Lying to you". He starts to open it but wonders who might be watching. He sets the message to ignore so he no longer has to look at it and moves on.

After reading the post several times Drdeath runs crazy out of his bunker and shoots the first thrax he sees. He takes the post out of his stealth suit, puts it on the thrax face and kicks it in showting "eat This you stinking pile of rotten flesh"

Apparently this 'bull fighter' is a Corman. Damn hippies.

"It would explain a lot," grumbled Nova Astrid.

Taking one look at the article, s/he smiles a little bit "Jusst like on earth, we have our consspiracy nutsss." Walking over s/he tears down the article, and puts it in the nearest recycling deposit, "Atleasst we can get ssome usse out of thisss."

*Helmet tucked under one arm as she reads the article. Something tugging at the back of her mind keeps her there reading it, thinking, wondering if what is said makes sense. A few moments later she gets up off the ground, not knowing why she was on the ground in the first place. Her finger are torn and bleeding and there are shreds of paper all over the place. Cera now looks at the wall and sees bloody scratch marks in the bark of the tree the poster was pinned to. She quickly puts her helmet back on and makes her way inside the post wondering to herself now, "Did I do that? What happend? What was all that shreded paper for?" Hops on the Dropship to Thunderhead leaving another blackk spot in her memory behind her.*

Searlait stops mid stride as she passes the note. Looks. Reads--tries to read again--and again. She giggles obnoxiously inside of her helmet.
"Witch huuunt."

*Citizen Zed idly picks up one of the pamphlets and reads it as he makes his way out of the base... A wry smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he whispers quietly under his breath*

"He almost has it right... He almost sees it....

If we all accept our conditioning and line up for the modifications to make us "better" fighters? Well, we might just manage to supplant the thrax as the top slaves to the neph.

*chuckles darkly*

Well, not me bay-bee!

*tosses the paper on the ground carelessly and checks his weapon as he enters the underbrush on a path away from the beaten track*

*Pauses as she notices the posting, then sighs and keys her radio*

"Yeah...we've got another one out here....tagging it now."

*She takes an imperceptively small device from her pack and affixes it to the back of the posting.*

"If being a mercenary in a clone army is what it takes to ensure the survival of the human race, then hand me my stormtrooper helmet and lets get cracking......." She says to no-one in particular.