Bicentenario

200 años.
Dos Siglos han pasado desde que la semilla de la revolución fue plantada en aquella histórica semana de Mayo. Los grandes hombres del pasado plantaron la semilla que iba a dar nacimiento a todo lo que ocurrió luego. Hombres con ideales, hombres que dieron la vida por su patria, dieron su vida por ver al simple feto que era la Argentina crecer y convertirse en una nación hecha y derecha. ¿Qué pensarían esos hombres si vivieran en este bicentenario?
¿Qué pensarían al ver sus ideales utilizados en los pomposos discursos y a su vez corruptos en la práctica? ¿Qué pensaría una persona como Belgrano (Que rechazó su sueldo cómo vocal de la Primera Junta) al ver la cantidad de dinero que se gasta en una fiesta, mientras la gente sufre? ¿Qué pensarían esos hombres al ver ésta ilusión de grandeza que se quiere crear, cuando realmente la grandeza es un horizonte lejano para nosotros? ¿Qué pensarían al ver todo su esfuerzo destruido, simplemente para el beneficio de unos pocos? ¿Qué pensarían...?
¿No se indignarían ante la corrupción que han tenido nuestros gobiernos durante años? ¿No se indignarían ante la persectiva de que dicha corrupción va a aumentar, o por lo menos, mantenerse? ¿No se indignarían al ver el Bicentenario utilizado como propaganda política? ¿No se indignarían al ver el país hundiendose en su propia inmundicia, mientras que a su vez se hacen fiestas? ¿No se indignarían...?
¿En dónde ha quedado el honor, el amor a la patria? ¿En dónde han quedado los ideales, los valores? ¿Dónde...?
Los grandes hombres de nuestra historia, ¿No se sentirían humillados al ver sus nombres utilizados constantemente como propaganda? ¿No se sentirían humillados al ver que la semilla que plantaron da frutos podridos?
Lectores... ¿No se siente humillados...?

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Assassin's Creed Brotherhood: Trailer

Bueno, tras meses de hablar del Assassin's Creed II, llegó, y ahora pasamos a hablar de este nuevo Assassin's Creed, del cual pasaré a informar más adelante. Por ahora, les dejo este teaser sumamente interesante.

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Altäir's Codex - Página IX

Over time, any sentence uttered long and loud enough becomes fixed. Becomes a truth. Provided, of course, you can outlast the dissent and silence your opponents. But should you succeed - and remove all challengers - then what remains is, by default, now true.
Is it truth in some objective sense? No. But how does one ever achieve an objective point of view? The answer is you don't. It is literally, physically impossible. There are too many variables. Too many fields and formulae to consider. We can try, of course. We can inch closer and closer to a revelation. But we'll never reach it. Not ever...

And so I have realized, that so long as The Templars exist, they will attempt to bend reality to their will. They recognize there is no such thing as an absolute truth - or if there is - we are hopelessly under-equipped to recognize it. And so in its place, they seek to create their own explanation. It is the guiding principle of their so-named "New World Order"; To reshape existence in their own image. It is not about artifacts. Not about men. These are merely tools. It's about concepts. Clever of them. For how does one wage war against a concept?

It is the perfect weapon. It lacks a physical form yet can alter the world around us in numerous, often violent ways. You cannot kill a creed. Even if you kill all of its adherents, destroy all of its writings - these are a reprieve at best. Some one, some day, will rediscover it. Reinvent it. I believe that even we, the Assassins, have simply re-discovered an Order that predates the Old Man himself...

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Altäir's Codex - Página VIII

Why do our instincts insist on violence? I have studied the interactions between different species. The innate desire to survive seems to demand the death of the other. Why can they not stand hand in hand? So many believe the world was created by the hand of a divine power - but I see only the designs of a madman, bent on celebrating destruction and desperation. Our origins seem chaotic. Unintended. Purpose and being instilled solely by the passage of time. Imposed first by nature - and later men...

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Altäir's Codex - Página VII

I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the sea. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms - saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...I hunted each man - one by one - until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her.
I am fortunate to have been wrong.

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Altäir's Codex - Página VI

Robert de Sable may be dead, but his brotherhood survives. Though less conspicuous in appearance, I fear they remain a threat. Where once they proudly walked the streets - making for easier targets - now they retreat into the shadows. It grows difficult to track them. What wicked things will they weave in the darkness? Our work will be all the more complicated for it. Already there are rumors of a movement on Cyprus. I will have to investigate...It's made me realize that our tactics, too, must change. It means an end to our fortresses. To our penchant for spectacular displays of public assassinations. We must weave our webs quietly. And we must do so differently than we have in the past.Though I ask my brothers now to abandon their rituals, I do not ask that they abandon the creed. THIS is what makes us Assassins. Not the removal of a finger. Not a false promise of paradise. Not the prohibition of poison. Our duty is to the people, not to custom. If we must sneak, we shall sneak. If we must use poison, we shall use poison. If our blades can be used without removing fingers, we shall not demand they be taken. And we shall not manipulate our initiates with lies and parlor tricks. We shall speak plainly and honestly. We shall be made anew...

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Altäir's Codex - Página V

Who were The Ones That Came Before? What brought them here? How long ago? Centuries? Millenia? Longer still? So little remains of them... What drove them out? What of these artifacts? Messages in a bottle? Tools left behind to aid and guide us? Or do we fight for control over their refuse, giving divine purpose and meaning to little more than discarded toys?

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Altäir's Codex - Página IV

What follows are the three great ironies of the Assassin Order: (1) Here we seek to promote peace, but murder is our means. (2) Here we seek to open the minds of men, but require obedience to a master and set of rules. (3) Here we seek to reveal the danger of blind faith, yet we are practitioners ourselves.
I have no satisfactory answer to these charges, only possibilities... Do we bend the rules in service to a greater good? And if we do, what does it say of us? That we are liars? That we are frauds? That we are weak? Every moment is spent wrestling with these contradictions and in spite of all the years I've had to reflect, still I can find no suitable answer... And I fear that one may not exist. Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. Does our creed provide the answer, then? That one may be two things - opposite in every way - simultaneously? And why not? Am I not proof? We of noble intentions, possessed of barbaric means? We who celebrate the sanctity of life and then promptly take it from those we deem our enemies?

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Altäir's Codex - Página III

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Altäir's Codex - Página II

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Altäir's Codex - Página I

I have spent days with the artifact now. Or has it been weeks? Months? I can no longer be certain...The others come from time to time - offering food or distraction. They say I should separate myself from these studies... Malik has even suggested I abandon them entirely. But I am not yet ready to turn away. This Apple of Eden will be understood. It must be...Is it a weapon? Is it a catalogue? Is it somehow both? "He who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow..." The philosophy of such a statement I can understand... But for it to be truth - literally true? A society that waged wars with ideas and information in place of steel and swords...Its function is simple. Elementary, even. Dominion. Control. But the process... the methods and means it employs... THESE are fascinating. Those subjected to its glow are promised all that they desire. It asks only one thing in return: complete and total obedience. And who can truly refuse? It is temptation incarnate.I remember my own moment of weakness when confronted by Al Mualim, my confidence shaken by his words. He, who had been like a father, was now revealed to be my greatest enemy. Just the briefest flicker of doubt was all he needed to creep into my mind. But I vanquished his phantoms - restored my self confidence - and sent him from this world. I freed myself. But now I wonder... Did I really? For here I sit - desperate to understand that which I swore to destroy.
This is why: The Apple has a tale to tell. I sense the flickers of something - great and dangerous... We are all at risk. It is my duty to do something about it. I must not - cannot - turn away until I've found the truth.

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