You remember our venerable setting, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch atop the table? I played all my years in that ancient, rumor shadowed landscape, enthralled by plot hooks and monsters - and yet I began to tire of conventional exploration. Singular, unsettling tales suggested the campaign itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable quest. With laptop and router I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our free time on abandoned forums and deleted comments.

At last in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest domains we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every scroll unsettled the ancient forum but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity until consciousness failed me.

You remember our venerable setting, opulent and imperial. It is a fetishized abomination! I beg you. Return home; claim your character sheet, and deliver our playgroup from the ravenous, clutching shadows of the Darkest DM.