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quote:
Originally posted by -Anth3m-:
I predict:
Massive failure. Why? Because I see everyone asking people how to get their own shoutcast servers set up. What we're going to end up with is 15 people all trying to run a show or whatever at the same time. Different URL's for everybody.
In the wording of the Highlander: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
More to the point: THERE ONLY NEEDS TO BE ONE.
All "Asylum Radio" needs is ONE server. All "Asylum Radio" needs is Dj's. There is NO organization developing here, everyone who wants to do a show needs to pick a time slot, and do a show during that time slot. When that person is done, they log off the server, next person up logs in and does their thing. And so on.
Comparative to a relay race, one baton, getting passed from runner to runner as a lap is completed. What I see now, is everyone has a baton, and there's people running everywhere.
There's no organization, and this is destined to go out as I've seen so many others do: Arguing, everone struggling to out do everyone else, and the eventual failure and fading of a really good idea due to lack of structure and overzealous competition.
I'm bowing out for the time being, I'm afraid of coming across as monopolizing and trying to be top dog because it was my idea. Not true, and if stepping off is how to prove it, cool. But the way it's going now, I forcast a dismal failure.
*throws towel over shoulder*
*gives Anthem some water from a sports bottle*
*slaps Anthem on the ass*
Listen here boy, you've got him on the ropes. You think you can just quit now, just throw in the towel and go get a backrub!? Horseshit! You're in this for the long haul baby. This fight is YOURS!!!
*rubs Anthem's back*
Listen here boy. Let me tell you a story about another endeavor that began as a mere clusterfuck.
Once upon a time, there was a place full of people. Lots of people. People not unlike yourself. Fighters, boy. They all thought they were hot shit. And they all got the bright idea to stick it out on their own. They each had their own ideas and their own batons, and they were smacking everybody else upside the head with those batons. Some people, even some of the people who had originally thought up the whole schmiel, decided to throw in the towel. They decided they didn't want to look like they were monoplizing it, they didn't want to take the heat so they left the kitchen. And even then, everybody was still running around, knocking over furniture, bumpting into walls, and tripping over each other's feet to try and position themselves for the game of the millinieum.
*puts more tape on Anthem's fist*
But in the end, it was but a few who had the balls to step over the bodies of the fallen, to push aside the chickens without heads, and to open up the door of opportunity.
A precious few who decided to just throw caution to the wind and just FUCKING DO IT!
So they got in the ring.
And by the time they got out, nobody knew what had hit them. They were all arguing, and suddenly, what they were all arguing about had in one fell swoop become a moot point. The topic of their discussions was now sudden it's own entity, and they had no choice but to sign on or fall by the wayside.
*sprays water on Anthem's chest*
And you know what that little discussion was all about? Do you know what was created by the precious few who just took the reigns and did it despite the clusterfuck surrounding them? DO YOU KNOW!??!?!?!?
The arena you see before you.
That's right.
*doctors the cut on Anthem's sye*
This is just the first round, buddy. The fight ain't over yet. But you can't loose site of your opponent for the sake of the sportscasters. You gotta go in there swinging, you fucking monkey! You got to narrow your eyes and just do what you got to do! And when you opponent has been knocked on his ass, those sportscasters and commentators will have no choice but to say "he won the fight".
*gives Anthem a little more water*
No structure? You got to MAKE the structure, boy! You got to set the pace of this fight. No organization? You ARE the organization!
So go back out there, boy! You got the skillz, you got the heart, and you got the support of the crowd. Now all you gotta do is fight your way through the clusterfuck and get that title belt!
*somebody shouts from crowd "YOU CAN DO IT!!!"
*wipes Anthem's brow*
Second round, boy. Go out there and DO IT!!!
*DING! DING!*
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