Post by Ikonic on Jan 6, 2005 21:42:15 GMT -6
When I was a new Monk, I frequently said to myself and anyone within hearing distance that I would never be cought dead wearing a subligar.
Over time, I learned many things in the game.
One of these is the existance of a curious and almost mythical being: {Subligar} {Man}. People may joke about him behind his back (or even in front of his face), but there is a reserved respect given to the Subligar Man because he is someone that has come to terms with his existence. This is evidenced by how he wears his Subligar: with pride. It is not enough to just wear a subligar, or even to wear it out of necessity because it has good stats. There is a certain aura that the Subligar Man possesses that when he grins as he wears the subligar, people are almost driven to kneel in respect (after momentary gasps of horror).
After months of revulsion at the subligar, I finally learned that this was a weakness common to new players. This is because new players have yet to become acquainted, each in their own way, with the existence of Subligar Man.
First were the rumors of some guy running around wearing a subligar. These were met with unabashed laughter and taken for a joke. Sightings of this guy, who the new players now called {Subligar} {Man} were few and far between, but there can be no denying that something was amiss.
Then came a revelation that the {Subligar} {Man} was not just a new phenomenon. People who have been around for as far back as 2 years knew of him. There is the same laughter at the idea of wearing a subligar, but it was clear that the {Subligar} {Man} was held in a position of respect.
Unable to bear the burden of this mystery any further, I decided to ask the oldest person I knew. He told me that I was right in that the Subligar Man had existed for as long as he can remember. However, there was more to it that he could not explain even if he wanted to. I would have to learn them myself by remembering the times when I came across the Subligar Man.
Even as I thought to myself that I had never met the Subligar Man, I then realized that I had already seen him several times before.
He was a Tarutaru Monk travelling through Sauromugue Champagne when I invited him to join my party in Garlaige Citadel; In Qufim Island, he was an Elvaan guarding the lake against the Banshees that appeared at night; In Yuhtunga Jungle he was a Hume that saved people from the hostile Goblins he ran into on his way to fight the dragons in Ifrit's Cauldron; Other times I saw him as I ran past the buildings in Jeuno. He was a cook, a craftsman, a fisherman.
On the airship to Kazham I came across him again. This time he was a Hume Monk standing dangerously upon the railings amind the strong winds as the airship flew through the air. There were murmured whispers among the crowd of other passengers. Muffled laughter among the newer aventurers as they muttered {Subligar} {Man} to each other, perhaps thinking that they have coined the term themselves. Then someone shouted "{Subligar} {Man}!" and the murmurs stopped. Complete silence as time itself seemed to halt.
There were those that stared dumbfounded, uncertain as to what they were witnessing. There were also those that appeared to know about the Subligar Man, myself being one of them. However, just when I thought that I understood enough about the enigma, I realized that the one standing on the railings facing the oncoming wind -the very person that the passengers called Subligar Man- was none other than myself. Then suddenly he was gone. The prescence that is Subligar Man vanished and only I remained. The passengers on the ship went on with their activities as if nothing happened.
Now I stand in the hallways leading to the gardens in Tu'Lia. As I look upon my reflection in the crystal floors I understand that at that time on the airship, if only for a moment, I was Subligar Man.
The Subligar Man is an everyman, he transcends form and identity. He is you, me, everyone and no one.
Taken from: ffxi.allakhazam.com/db/jobs.html?fjob=11&mid=1104224173743967424&thread=13
Over time, I learned many things in the game.
One of these is the existance of a curious and almost mythical being: {Subligar} {Man}. People may joke about him behind his back (or even in front of his face), but there is a reserved respect given to the Subligar Man because he is someone that has come to terms with his existence. This is evidenced by how he wears his Subligar: with pride. It is not enough to just wear a subligar, or even to wear it out of necessity because it has good stats. There is a certain aura that the Subligar Man possesses that when he grins as he wears the subligar, people are almost driven to kneel in respect (after momentary gasps of horror).
After months of revulsion at the subligar, I finally learned that this was a weakness common to new players. This is because new players have yet to become acquainted, each in their own way, with the existence of Subligar Man.
First were the rumors of some guy running around wearing a subligar. These were met with unabashed laughter and taken for a joke. Sightings of this guy, who the new players now called {Subligar} {Man} were few and far between, but there can be no denying that something was amiss.
Then came a revelation that the {Subligar} {Man} was not just a new phenomenon. People who have been around for as far back as 2 years knew of him. There is the same laughter at the idea of wearing a subligar, but it was clear that the {Subligar} {Man} was held in a position of respect.
Unable to bear the burden of this mystery any further, I decided to ask the oldest person I knew. He told me that I was right in that the Subligar Man had existed for as long as he can remember. However, there was more to it that he could not explain even if he wanted to. I would have to learn them myself by remembering the times when I came across the Subligar Man.
Even as I thought to myself that I had never met the Subligar Man, I then realized that I had already seen him several times before.
He was a Tarutaru Monk travelling through Sauromugue Champagne when I invited him to join my party in Garlaige Citadel; In Qufim Island, he was an Elvaan guarding the lake against the Banshees that appeared at night; In Yuhtunga Jungle he was a Hume that saved people from the hostile Goblins he ran into on his way to fight the dragons in Ifrit's Cauldron; Other times I saw him as I ran past the buildings in Jeuno. He was a cook, a craftsman, a fisherman.
On the airship to Kazham I came across him again. This time he was a Hume Monk standing dangerously upon the railings amind the strong winds as the airship flew through the air. There were murmured whispers among the crowd of other passengers. Muffled laughter among the newer aventurers as they muttered {Subligar} {Man} to each other, perhaps thinking that they have coined the term themselves. Then someone shouted "{Subligar} {Man}!" and the murmurs stopped. Complete silence as time itself seemed to halt.
There were those that stared dumbfounded, uncertain as to what they were witnessing. There were also those that appeared to know about the Subligar Man, myself being one of them. However, just when I thought that I understood enough about the enigma, I realized that the one standing on the railings facing the oncoming wind -the very person that the passengers called Subligar Man- was none other than myself. Then suddenly he was gone. The prescence that is Subligar Man vanished and only I remained. The passengers on the ship went on with their activities as if nothing happened.
Now I stand in the hallways leading to the gardens in Tu'Lia. As I look upon my reflection in the crystal floors I understand that at that time on the airship, if only for a moment, I was Subligar Man.
The Subligar Man is an everyman, he transcends form and identity. He is you, me, everyone and no one.
Taken from: ffxi.allakhazam.com/db/jobs.html?fjob=11&mid=1104224173743967424&thread=13
That was funny.
