What's in a name?
Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2024 3:17 am
I’ve been watching the War Games with keen interest over the last five days, and you know, I noticed something. A theme that keeps coming up.
Names.
I wonder why The Shroud named themselves ‘The Shroud.’ Foreshadowing? (Ha!) Something to do, maybe, with Brom and his house shadows. Either way, it's a cool fucking name. I like it. Two thumbs up.
I wonder why Invictus chose their name. If I know anything about my co-sire, that insufferable nerd, it might have something to do with that old poem. You know the one.
Names.
Names, names, names.
A year ago, I changed my name. I used to go by the name Magwayen. In case you didn’t know, and you’re just catching up, good morning!
The name ‘Magwayen,’ while it will always be part of me, has become… insufficient.
And before any of you get any ideas: no. I won’t be angry if you call me Magwayen. That was and is, after all, still part of who I am.
Call me Mag. Call me Magwayen. Call me Yawa. Call me Ishmael. I contain multitudes.
One thing about names, though: they have power. They have as much power as you give them. Names are a sort of spell. A calling. A summoning. There is so much story behind a name.
Here’s another name you can call someone: TRAITOR.
What’s a traitor, Yawa, you ask?
I’m glad you did.
A traitor, or traitors, are people who go and sell out their kin to save their own skins. See also: chickenshit parasites.
A traitor is someone who betrays the trust of someone who loves them, who feels safe with them, who depends on them to be their bastion of safety in this rancid, bloody world. A traitor is someone who throws their own young to the wolves to be systematically humiliated and harangued and put under constant attack because they don’t have the testicular fortitude or the two brain cells to rub together to try and fix problems instead of running away from them.
A traitor is someone who betrays their own ideals. And worst of all, a traitor is someone who betrays themself.
You know, at one point, I was a traitor too. Never again. (Note to self: Watch this come back. Never say never, cross your fingers and hope to die.) I will forever be atoning for my sins, so I've had some practice.
And if you or anyone you know seems to fit the description of a TRAITOR and you or that person want my full-hearted help with redemption, offered here with all the love in my black little heart…
I’m right here. I want to help you.
Reach out and touch faith.
Because the worst thing you can be in my eyes, RavenBlack City, you city of monsters and warmongers and harlots and liars and thieves…
The worst thing you can be, in my not-so-humble opinion, is a traitor.
You earned that name. Wear it forever.
And remember: the wages of sin is death. Or more specifically for us, RavenBlack City, blood. And the blood running on these streets—really putting me in the mood for more.
In case I wasn’t clear, I’m offering you a service.
You know who you are. I know who you are.
And you know where I am.
Names.
I wonder why The Shroud named themselves ‘The Shroud.’ Foreshadowing? (Ha!) Something to do, maybe, with Brom and his house shadows. Either way, it's a cool fucking name. I like it. Two thumbs up.
I wonder why Invictus chose their name. If I know anything about my co-sire, that insufferable nerd, it might have something to do with that old poem. You know the one.
At the Pride Prom organised by the Nightwatch—great party, ladies, I especially loved seeing those grenades and vials flying, and the fact that my boy Rhet finally got the prom regent crown he more than deserves. Real recognise real—I noticed this theme swimming to the surface again.Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Names.
Names, names, names.
A year ago, I changed my name. I used to go by the name Magwayen. In case you didn’t know, and you’re just catching up, good morning!
The name ‘Magwayen,’ while it will always be part of me, has become… insufficient.
And before any of you get any ideas: no. I won’t be angry if you call me Magwayen. That was and is, after all, still part of who I am.
Call me Mag. Call me Magwayen. Call me Yawa. Call me Ishmael. I contain multitudes.
One thing about names, though: they have power. They have as much power as you give them. Names are a sort of spell. A calling. A summoning. There is so much story behind a name.
Here’s another name you can call someone: TRAITOR.
What’s a traitor, Yawa, you ask?
I’m glad you did.
A traitor, or traitors, are people who go and sell out their kin to save their own skins. See also: chickenshit parasites.
A traitor is someone who betrays the trust of someone who loves them, who feels safe with them, who depends on them to be their bastion of safety in this rancid, bloody world. A traitor is someone who throws their own young to the wolves to be systematically humiliated and harangued and put under constant attack because they don’t have the testicular fortitude or the two brain cells to rub together to try and fix problems instead of running away from them.
A traitor is someone who betrays their own ideals. And worst of all, a traitor is someone who betrays themself.
You know, at one point, I was a traitor too. Never again. (Note to self: Watch this come back. Never say never, cross your fingers and hope to die.) I will forever be atoning for my sins, so I've had some practice.
And if you or anyone you know seems to fit the description of a TRAITOR and you or that person want my full-hearted help with redemption, offered here with all the love in my black little heart…
I’m right here. I want to help you.
Reach out and touch faith.
Because the worst thing you can be in my eyes, RavenBlack City, you city of monsters and warmongers and harlots and liars and thieves…
The worst thing you can be, in my not-so-humble opinion, is a traitor.
You earned that name. Wear it forever.
And remember: the wages of sin is death. Or more specifically for us, RavenBlack City, blood. And the blood running on these streets—really putting me in the mood for more.
In case I wasn’t clear, I’m offering you a service.
You know who you are. I know who you are.
And you know where I am.