Thus far, the Crippled God hasn’t been playing by the rules. Captain Ganoes Paran is considering changing that. Currently, the Crippled God is an outsider, a God not recognised as so. But what if he was given a seat at the table? This is the state of affairs in the third volume of Stephen Erikson’s Malazan Book of the Fallen.
“ ‘Your lack of fear has me curious, Gruntle. You seem to see no risk in legitimizing the House of Chains. Why is that?’
The man shrugged his massive shoulders. ‘But that’s just it, isn’t it. Legitimizing. Right now, the Crippled God’s outside the whole damned game, meaning he’s not bound by any rules whatsoever—’
Paran suddenly sat straight. ‘You’re right. Abyss take me, that’s it. If I bless the House of Chains then the Crippled God becomes . . . bound—’
‘Just another player, aye, jostling on the same board. Right now, he just keeps kicking it whenever he gets the chance. When he’s on it, he won’t have that privilege. Anyway, that’s how it seems to me, Captain. So when you want to sanction the House, I thought: why the fuss? Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. The gods can be damned thick-witted on occasion — probably why they need us mortals to do the straight thinking when straight thinking’s required.’”
It’s analogous to startups. A business model or technology is implemented and it threatens an industry’s incumbents. Because they have no funding they have to operate differently. They have to be light, fast, responsive to the market they serve and the problems their tech or business model encounters. But only until they get some capital. Once they’ve got capital they can slow down, they can take longer, they can work in private for years. Formerly, they were an outsider, a blinding, aggressive, tenacious, potentially disruptive force. A threat. Not any more. The “freedom and security” they sought via a source of capital has shackled them.
They—whoever “they” turns out to be in your particular story—will offer you a seat at the table just as you position your hands and plant your feet, ready to overturn it. Which leaves you with a choice: take the seat and become one of them, bound by the same constraints, or wink, smile, and flip the thing over. Continue playing your game—in which you make the rules and decide what matters—and let everyone else figure out what the fuck to do about it, or become just another player in someone else’s game. What will it be?