I'm gonna start off by warning that this is going to be long, and it's going to be pretty political. So if that bores you or angers you easily, you may want to redirect now. I'm also going to be doing a lot of speculating and jumping to conclusions, so be prepared for statements that may not necessarily hold entire truths. Moving on. [b][u]Future war cult[/u][/b]. Epitome of Capitalism. Ill-gotten gains. War profiteering. To the more perspective, America (U.S.A). War needs guns for people to fight with. FWC makes em and sells em. Their faction wins and makes progress? They make more money and more guns. Their faction loses and needs help? They make more money and more guns. All while doing very little to fight their own fight. Really aspiring to join a group that hinges it's existance and future on the prospect of violence. [b][u]Dead Orbit[/u][/b]. Nihilism. Bleak hopeless abandon. Apathetic existance. Uncaring unsympathetic preservation. Fear mongering and propoganda. All is lost, cash out now. Protect yourself and only yourself. Doom is coming and we can't stop it, but the flame that burns twice as long burns half as bright. In a collapsing world where the light of the traveller and the vigilance of the guardians are all that stop humanity from being torn asunder, this faction is a poison. A toxin. A virus. [b][u]New Monarchy[/u][/b]. All for one and one for all. Fight for the royalty. Praise the New Monarchy. Loyalty is rewarded. Disobediance is punished. Absolutes and certainty. Ego and pride. In a world where every life holds meaning because every life is few and sacred, the last thing anyone needs is leadership of any kind, let alone such a broken fragmented abomination reflective of the old world. [b][u]Cult of Osiris[/u][/b]. Elitism as pure as can be. Unappologetic prestige. Victory at any cost. Loss is unacceptable. Perfection isn't strived for, it's dominated. In a time when the powerful are invaluable, a cult that seperates itself from the whole to prop up the mighty as gods, is a cult that damns the weak and the future to a pittied existance of death wrought by narcissism. When great guardians are lost to greed and lust, such as Dredgen Yor, the failings of history fall on deaf ears. The [b]Vanguard[/b] hold noble cause but stunt their progress with constant plotting. The [b]Crucible[/b] breeds strong guardians but spits them out eager and ready into a world that demands caution and rewards patience. [b][u]The Iron Banner[/u][/b] galvanizes guardians to the cause of power, rewards them for percervierance, and tests their medel, to forge wills of Iron. But is again plagued by the pride of victory gone sour by gloating and bragging. Gaudy garb dawned in Gold and White to glorify the filth of war and the struggle of growth. A pleasent sentiment sullied by it's notion. There is no place for honor. No place for humility. No place for hope. No place for charity. No place for community and society. No place for struggle or failure. No place for acceptance. Extremes of every point of the spectrum, black and white, unrelenting convictions of immovable ideals. The guardians of the Last City need a grey. They need a symbol of Pride but not vanity. Of victory but not of the bold. Of achievement but not of prestige. Of work but not of skill. Of solidarity but not the few. Of power but not of invincibility. Of Vigilance but not of duty. Of character but not of ego. Of Flag. Fire of purpose, in the face of vulnerability Of Steel. Will of Iron; Strength of Carbon Of the Pillars. Weight of many; Supported by few I propose a new faction more befitting of a race fighting tooth and nail for it's survival. I propose the [b][u]Flags of steel pillars[/u][/b]. No one flag can carry your meaning. Our meaning is many. Our flags are you. We are the pillars of existance. We carry the burden of survival, but we will not be crushed by any weight.