Welcome to the Requests for Promotion page. If you wish to nominate a member, or yourself, to be a Staff Member, this is the place to apply. One of the Bureaucrats will review your nomination and pronounce their judgement. You can also request access to Intangir Bot, IRC operator rights and social media accounts here.
How to nominate
To nominate a user for promotion, add a level 3 header with their username and the proposed rank in parentheses (i.e. ===Name (Rank)===)to the Nomination section below. The nominator should provide reasons for their nomination and sign with four tildes. Other users can then review and comment on the user by adding bullet points below the initial nomination with Support, Oppose or Comment.
A nomination will always be archived once a Bureaucrat has pronounced judgement, unless it is a blatant troll nomination.
- Users must be editors on this wiki for a minimum of three months from their first edit before they can be nominated for any position.
- Users can only be nominated for the same position once every four months.
- A brief explanation of the user's deeds, why they deserve the position and how they would use the tools should be included in the initial nomination.
- Qualities we look for in our Staff include: consistent activity, contribution to content (images, templates, mainspace), knowledge and/or participation in policy, trustworthiness and the ability to remain civil and cool-headed.
Social media requirements
Our social media accounts include Facebook, Twitter, Github, Youtube and Twitch. Social media account access is judged on slightly different grounds. The guidelines are:
- The user must have a presence on the Final Fantasy Wiki to a degree.
- The user is a trusted member of the Wiki.
- These users represent the Wiki on other sites, and thus have a great deal of responsibility.
Those who have been selected to host the Let's Play project will be given the YouTube password automatically, but must go through the nomination process for other accounts if they wish to access them.
IRC operator requirements
Promotion to Officer (IRC operator rights, +o up) can be requested on this page, but require a two step process. Firstly, a user should register their interest here and garner support as usual. Qualities sought are experience with IRC commands, civility and a cool head. Secondly, the user will have a short test administered by one of the Marshals on #wikia-finalfantasy. Promotion to Officer will be granted only if both components are passed.
Some Color Mage (IRC Officer)
- This one's just a formality, as my op rights have already been reinstated, but Yuan says I still need to apply through RfS and get a Scathe Judgment anyway. So Belatedly Nominating myself. My qualifications, as demonstrated while getting my rights reinstated, is knowing more about how to ban someone than Technobliterator does. -- Some Color Mage ~ (Talk) 12:03, December 10, 2014 (UTC)
- Oppose, knowing more about banning than me clearly doesn't prove any value.-- Technobliterator TC 12:06, December 10, 2014 (UTC)
- Indeed, I submit a formal request from Marshal Kiracieux to Dear Leader Scathus to acknowledge the recent promotion of SomeColorMage to Colonel and the promotions of Jimcloud and Technobliterator to Sergeant. 12:08, December 10, 2014 (UTC)
Take it all in all, I do not believe anybody on earth has a worse time than an Emperor penguin.Apsley Cherry-Gerrard
- The End of an Empire, or, The Penguin Tragedy
In the depths of the Antarctic, a blistering blizzard sweeps across the colorless plains. In all directions, a white whipped whirlpool wounded the once virgin ears of a small black penguin, which the legends call Mecorx, all alone in the endless eddies of ice. Shivering, the penguin looked up at the great Cat in the sky. "I wish I was strong enough to fly to you," murmured the penguin. "I wish all my kind could fly, could soar in the air, feel the taste of air on my throat and on my wings. The sickly slime of water would never touch my down again, nor would the insults of all the other birds who exiled us to this cold waste because we could not fly." The penguin's eyes grew hazy as the world around her, and sense began to slip from her body. Three times she tried to move her leg, and three times she failed. Collapsed in a heap, her consciousness slipped away.
The Cat in the sky, who had grown kinder and gentler in the millennia of isolation in the cold unfeeling realm of space, took pity on all penguinkind. He turned to his friend, the well frog, who could hear all of time and space because of the good acoustics in the well, and asked for another wish.
"Since this wish is selfless, I will grant it to you," croaked the frog contently. "I will modify these flightless birds to have greater powers than they did before. Let there be flight." With a single ribbit, it was done.
The penguin awoke to find the storm to have passed. How did I live? Where did the storm go? She stood up to find that the world around her seemed more airy. Did it really happen? Can I fly? A single flap of her wings propelled her high into the sky. It happened so fast that even the Wind did not have time to catch, and He was left sputtering on the cold ground. Another flap, and the penguin fired herself faster than sound through the featureless air.
The feeling of flying was ineffable, like the misery from a child lost or the joy of one regained. Even the very taste of flight was unlike anything one could describe. The clouds, whose tiny droplets kindly greeted the new arrival, the ground so far away, weeping for its child lost to the mischievous air. Eventually, the penguin returned to her colony. They all looked up and gasped at the one whom they thought lost now slipping through the air. She dove down and skimmed the earth, and her wicked grin told all. Soon thousands of black bodies began to rise into the air.
Every day was now spent in the air. Sleeping, eating, talking, laughing. Why go to the dirty and unloving ground when you can float in the embrace of air? Never before had the penguins ever felt so much joy in their lives before this day, and for many days afterwards the same joy coursed through their wings.
However, like all joy ever experienced, soon it turned to hatred and jealousy. Those other birds who mocked and threw us into a cold frigid hell still breathe and live. They sing and laugh and dance and fly just like us. But they have not suffered like us. They have not felt the feeling of their eggs freezing, their loved ones dragged away by the maw of a seal, the indignity and ignominy of Antarctica. So let them suffer too!
And suffer they did. When the Cat was covered in eclipse, all the birds, nursing their young, playing games, telling jokes, looked up. Suddenly, the dark mass swooped down. Can you blame the ducks for fleeing beneath the water? Can you blame the sparrow for hiding his young? Can you blame the gull for begging for forgiveness? Can you blame the robins for weeping? But none of them was spared.
The Cat looked down on the great battle below, he was sad that his wish had gone so horribly awry. And so he began to softly Tweet, just like how the penguins Tweet. They all stopped their assault and looked up to the sky. They, one after the other, rushed up to reach to the top of the world. All climbed the ladder of the clouds. They fought and bit and attacked and clawed, and so many tumbled back to earth, never to fly again, their necks scarred and yellow, the only reminder of their former glory was the Imperial title. But the rest continued to claw and fight their way to the Cat in a great big ball.
Eventually, they reached him. However, but this time, they were so tangled together that they could not separate themselves. They, like the great Cat, began to orbit around the earth, and this Penguin Mass is what we now call the moon. They spin around the earth in hopes to catch the Cat, but they never will. To this day, when the Penguin Mass passes in front of the Cat, every bird still cowers in fear from the memory of the great Empire.
- A Test of Metal and Mettle
Once, in a faraway place, in a faraway time, all the knights were preparing for the great jousting festival. This was a tournament that drew hundreds of competitors from all throughout the land. A sport of guts and of blood thereof, a true test of glory. And so, hundreds became tens, and tens became two. The two who won were called in front of the king in the main square for the final showdown.
Almost immediately after they were called, the one named Sir Arcite arrived, the great and noble knight. He was clad in full armor from head to toe, and he gleamed in the setting sun. His horse was massive, its mane a veritable forest, its dim bitter eyes the recipient of hundreds of dead. "Greetings, fair knight," bellows the king. "Thou hast done well so far! Thou hast served thy kingdom with all these deeds."
Arcite replied softly. "Opponent?" His voice could curdle milk and pickle old women, and often his enemies would die after two words; today, luckily, as only one word was spoken, it only greyed the tips of the king's mustache and jiggled his bloated belly.
"I am unsure where thy foe might be," replied the king meekly as the few remaining hairs fell off his head. "But certainly he shall be hence soon." He stares nervously at the knight, an act that would make the king nearsighted for the rest of his life. The foe does not arrive. The king turns to one of his peons. "Silly and ignoble peon whose feet certainly smell, where exactly is this doomed opponent?"
The peon attempted to stutter out an answer. "W-w-w-w-e-l-l-…" The king was having none of this. After a quick public execution, the next peon stepped up to the feet of the king. This one, having a firmer grasp of his tongue, replied, "Well, my king and lordship, I hear that that a strange knight named Hexedy is the opponent."
"Oh?" The king raised an eyebrow so high and so dramatically that many onlookers, much later in life, would swear that it had extended to the reaches of heaven itself, "But where is this Hexedy?"
It was then a fairly hairy man with a small flower in his hair leisurely strolled into the chamber. "Ah," said the king, retracting his eyebrow from the stratosphere, "He is here. Let the match begin, we have waited long enough. It does not matter that this man has no lance nor horse; those things would not have helped him reach victory anyway. He is hopeless."
And so they took their places: Hexedy on one side, Arcite on the other. Arcite began to charge on his horse, going faster and faster and faster and faster. Hexedy did not move. Arcite drew his lance. Hexedy did not move. The snot and spit from the horse was inches away from Hexedy's face. Hexedy did not move. Then suddenly, Hexedy gave Arcite a great headbutt, or should I say, headbang. Arcite was tossed flying through the nearby palace wall, causing the majority of the building to collapse. Arcite continued to fly so fast and so far; eventually, he slammed into a great landmass so hard that the world would become clouded and dark for hundreds of years. This is how the dinosaurs became extinct.
Anyway, the king turned to Hexedy and asked "What dost thou want, o noble sire, for thy great deed."
Hexedy, as all reasonable people would, replied as so: "I want to disseminate very small amounts of information to thousands of bored and stupid people who will not really listen nor care about what I have to say."
So it was done, and the first university professor was born.
- The Pied-Tweeter
A quiet breeze blows through the center of the quiet hilly town. All the people are asleep, their snores adding a percussion beat to the guitars of the crickets. On top of a small well, a Cat looks sadly at the trees, its slanted eyes wistful. Suddenly, a silent ripple rustles the well water. Then, a great bubble. Now, a torrent! Water rushes in a massive blast out of the dark well and flies into the sky. The Cat, reasonably afraid, jumps and skitters away behind a barrel.
A small green head pokes over the well wall. "So," croaks the frog spirit of the well, "why do you look so wistful, Cat?"
A soft meow comes in reply. "I look up at the birds in the trees and envy how they can sing songs so melodious that even humans, whom everyone knows to have terrible taste in music, come and listen, petrified by song. Even the chickens, who cockle and doodle so loudly, have a certain kind of beauty behind it. I want that power: when I sing, women and children scream, and the men get out their shotguns to silence me."
The frog looked him deep in the eyes. "You may have what you wished. You may Tweet like the rest of the birds, just as you asked." The frog returned back to his well home, satisfied with a job well done.
The next day the Cat Tweeted all day, happy at the sound of his new voice. However, he became happier after the real reason for his wish came to him: all the birds, fooled by this song, came to investigate. There was never any easier prey to catch in his life! One by one, songbird, chicken, turkey, kiwi, and ostrich alike came their doom at the paws of the Tweeting Cat. The Cat became so fat that he could not move; however, he had no need, as all food came to him.
The villagers, whose livestock quantities had been significantly decreased, decided to band together to remove themselves of this menace. Yet, what could they do? They could not stop the birds following their doom from flute-like melody? Soon, the cat would eat all the birds in the world; as he became larger, the louder and more bellowing his voice became. So the village, talking for many days, finally decided on a plan.
At sunrise, the whole village gathered below the cat, and all of them were completely covered in shade, as people were wont to be this days with such a large cat there. They pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed. First, a movement. The cat Twittered in shock! This had not happened in many years! Movement was completely unfamiliar to him. The sweating villages did not give up the effort; they kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Suddenly, the Cat began to roll. A Tweet of anger was the last thing the villages heard before the cat rolled down the hill.
His mass made him roll so fast that, upon hitting the bottom of the hill, he rolled so quickly up the next one that he was launched into the air. He kept traveling on and on, crying and Twittering all the way, until he had flown so far that he began to orbit around the Earth.
This is where what we now call the moon comes from. It is also the reason why birds fly so close to the sun; they want to come in contact with the great Cat, who still Twitters out there, but they cannot fly high enough.
- Nominating Mecorx for mod per wiki discussions, due to her incredibly helpful translation work, being readily available to help translate Japanese text, and because she would benefit from the renaming rights for files/not leaving redirects. Has been discussed before.-- Technobliterator TC 08:15, November 28, 2014 (UTC)
- Support, and before anyone says that mecorx doesn't have any use for moving images, when she and Xeno were working on the FFAB project, perhaps hundreds of images were moved, and she would always have to ask Xeno or someone on IRC to do it. Has read through most of the wiki's policies, and while not necessarily active in the forum, is a good coworker in userspace translation projects. C A T U S E 08:23, November 28, 2014 (UTC)
- Support. I don't really have much to add, but she is certainly dedicated to her work and someone who has contact with non-English available games which we still cover in our scope and being a knowledgeable person in Japanese may only benefit her, in my opinion at least.—Kaimi (999,999 CP/5 TP) ∙ 08:34, November 28, 2014 (UTC)
- Support: why wouldn't I? An active user who helps multiple facets of the Wiki, and could most certainly be made a more effective user with the tools at hand. Additionally, she's been very helpful when I've made requests regarding her department of expertise (translations). Jimcloud 11:29, November 28, 2014 (UTC)
- Support: She always seems to have 6 trillion images for horrible iOS games to upload. This shows she needs the power. The fact she's working on horrible iOS games shows she's dedicated. In future when we have rightfully forgotten those games forever (because they're shovelware crap), mecorx's piles of images will remain here on this wiki, a testament to the futility of this thing we call the Final Fantasy Wiki. --BlueHighwindツ 20:15, November 28, 2014 (UTC)
- Support only if as I said before she can curb the occasional attitude on IRC. That aside everything else has been said above. Tia-Lewise 12:25, December 2, 2014 (UTC)
- Mecorx is pretty cool, does works on the wiki and isn't afraid of anything. Hexed 05:44, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
- Support: Meko-chan is a good user, a valuable asset to the Wiki, could use the extra tools, and what's more I like her. We need more snark. 06:03, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
- Comment: I'm sure I was going to support for an actual reason, but now I'm more interested in Scathe's great works. -- Some Color Mage ~ (Talk) 08:47, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
Hexedy, Prettiest Princess of Metal (Twitter)
- Nominating myself for Twitter. Cause I use Twitter a lot and I would like to actually have the wiki account do something. I can guarantee only 10% of my usual personal twitter's shitposting quota, however. For reals though, do the thing. Hexed 13:38, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
- Support - Can it end up worse than what we have now? ... Probably not. Besides, it gives him an opportunity to actually help the Wiki (cough which isn't something you do a lot cough) Jimcloud 14:07, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
- Support, yeah sure why not you're not untrustworthy or inadequate for a social media account so meh go for it.-- Technobliterator TC 14:53, December 3, 2014 (UTC)
- Nominating self for Twitter access. Back when we first relaunched our Twitter feed, I was an active tweeter for the wiki. However, Jeppo and Scathe took care of everything, so I slowly became inactive and have since forgotten the password. Now our feed is looking kind of dead; in fact, almost all of our tweets are Shinra News-related. I'd like to be able to revitalize it with tweets for FI, FA, DNC, Let's Play episodes, and maybe even bring back Sunday trivia. C A T U S E 20:29, November 29, 2014 (UTC)
- Support, and I also support updating for all of those things, like with out Facebook. Except Facebook doesn't update for DNC, which is probably a good idea.-- Technobliterator TC 20:31, November 29, 2014 (UTC)
- Comment - Given that the proof of promotion would be your name being on Project:Twitter (and it is right there), this is essentially a vote to keep you in a position or remove you from it. You don't lose your position once you forget the password. This "promotion" request looks less like a promotion request and more like ideas to improve the Twitter account, which aren't reasons to promote someone. JBed (talk) 20:47, November 29, 2014 (UTC)
- Wut - You already have this position, so someone just tell him the password already. -- Some Color Mage ~ (Talk) 21:51, November 29, 2014 (UTC)
- Um... Yeah I could just tell you it, unless Jeppo changed it. Tia-Lewise 12:26, December 2, 2014 (UTC)