BLOODWORK, THE SONG, (LIFE)
FATE, DECAY, FORTUNE, MORTALITY -- (ENTROPY)
CHARMSONG, PERSUASION, PERCEPTION -- (MIND)
THE DANCE, THE INVISIBLE, -- (PRIME)
CHRONOS, THE ARIA, THE RIVER-- (TIME)
THE ALL, THE WEB, CONNECTIONS, -- (CORRESPONDENCE)
(SPIRIT)
I SAGITTARIUS --
J CAPRICORN --
The goat-goths are not happy.
They see the fraud this world is -- the stagnance, the mistakes made, the
useless and worthless elements that are allowed to stay simply for fear
of changing anything. The Union, whatever it was to begin with, has
become a tyrannical and ineffective megalith, a Tower that must fall.
Not that the goat-goths want to be the ones to bring them down; they know
that something that stagnant and corrupt cannot stand long anyway.
And the mysticks aren't much better... they're either wrapped up in spirit-worlds
and pleasant, pretty fairy tales, or they're hellbent on fighting a futile
war againt the vast forces and iron paradigm of the Union. Both ways
are delusional, as far as the goat-goths are concerned, and the time for
questing and exploring and learning is over. Now is the time to close
the doors, douse the lights, and be ready for hell to tear across the plains
of the world; it is the prophecied time, the time of Armageddon, and whether
gradual and subtle or quick and obvious, it will be unpleasant. Unlike
the mysticks, the goat-goths know that playful, merry Puck was the creation
of an imaginative playwright. The reality is Pan, lord of terror,
master of the wyld, god of drunken chaos and havoc.
The goat-goths are a younger
generation of goth-mages, born in the early 80s, grew up in the early nineties.
They watched with disgust as the granolas and neo-hippies gathered at the
second Woodstock, unwitting idiots pouring their passions out into the
media's hungry maw. They heard the lies and hypocrisy of the governments
of the world as they covered up corruption and illegal action with doublespeak
and popular wars. They Awakened in terror, faced trial after trial,
and watched their friends sell out, get raped, or even get killed on the
streets of the cities that were their homes; and they saw the mages of
the world leading each other into pointless wars, meditating and trying
not to see the shadows and the rust, playing with crystals and whispering
to each other of a New Age. Pathetic, the goat-goths mutter.
Irresponsible. And so they seek power, strength, security... they
seek to prove themselves to those who have the power to protect them, they
strive to carve out a place for themselves and their kind, a place in which
they might survive the oncoming storm.
The goat-goths, or the Saturnians
as one group has taken to calling themselves, are generally between the
ages of 15 and 18. They are often either tough-looking or on the
darkly conservative side, wearing anything from military fatigues to beatnik
blacks to suits from the 30s. A pretty good number of them are involved
in youth-military organizations such as the ROTC or even the SHARPies.
They rant and complain about anything and everything, though they are usually
quite taciturn and reserved. They talk and act more like crusty old
people than they youths that they are, seeming to bear a special disgust
for liberal thought and