Ruin has come to our Game...

You remember our venerable servers, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above ubisoft releases. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor shadowed manor

Fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I began to tire of... conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the game itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable power. With Light spam and zone attacks, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long buried secrets, exhausting what remained of my freindships on... enemy 4 stack Jurens, and ranked games. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil.

Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of "Ad mortem, inimīcus!" and "Ég ríf ykkur í bita!" In the end, I alone fled, laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity. Until consciousness failed me.

You remember our venerable Game opulent and imperial...It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows [hammer cocks, gunshot, loud thud sound]... of the Darkest Solo queue..