Originally Posted by Lune (Post 1763645)

The box has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now play who remember it. It began with the forging of the great Pixels. Three were given to the casual scum, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the neckbeards, great campers and poopsockers of rare spawns. And nine, nine Pixels were gifted to the hardcore raiders, who above all else desired loots. For within these pixels was bound the strength and will to dominate server content.

But they were all of them deceived, for an agreement was made. In the land of Forumquest, in the fires RNF, the players and staff forged in secret a master rotation to control all others, and into this agreement, they poured their fairness, their justice, and their will to regulate all raiding. One rotation to rule them all.

Meanwhile, one by one the free guilds of P99 fell to the power of TMO. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of casuals and neckbeards marched against the armies of TMO and on the threads of RNF, they fought for the freedom of P99. Victory was near but the power of the Pixel could not be undone. It was in this moment when all hope had faded that Rogean, Lord of the Box, took up his banhammer... Zeelot, the enemy of the casuals of P99 was defeated.

The Pixels passed to Zagum, who had this one chance to obstruct any agreement forever. But the hardcores were easily convinced. And the Pixels have a will of their own. They betrayed old TMO to its death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth, and for twelve and a half months, the Pixels passed out of all knowledge until, when chance came, they ensnared a new bearer. The Pixels came to the creature Chest who took them deep into the basement of his mother's house and there it consumed him. The Pixels brought to Chest unnatural long playtimes. For five months, they poisoned his life. And in the gloom of Chest's bedroom, they waited.

Darkness crept back into the forums. Rumor grew of a shadow in the rotation, whimpers of unfairness and the Pixels perceived their time had now come. They abandoned the rotation. But something happened the Pixels did not intend. They were picked up by the most unlikely creatures imaginable: casual scum, Taken, BDA, and Divinity. For the times will soon come when Casuals will shape the fortunes of us all...

Originally Posted by Briscoe (Post 1763632)

Seriously? You are joking right? Is anyone in your guild capable of not talking shit? That's all we have gotten out of BDA over the last few days as this situation has unfolded. If you could have some tact and not just be snarky trolls for a few posts then we may have gotten somewhere.

Originally Posted by Lune (Post 1763645)

The box has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now play who remember it. It began with the forging of the great Pixels. Three were given to the casual scum, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the neckbeards, great campers and poopsockers of rare spawns. And nine, nine Pixels were gifted to the hardcore raiders, who above all else desired loots. For within these pixels was bound the strength and will to dominate server content.

But they were all of them deceived, for an agreement was made. In the land of Forumquest, in the fires RNF, the players and staff forged in secret a master rotation to control all others, and into this agreement, they poured their fairness, their justice, and their will to regulate all raiding. One rotation to rule them all.

Meanwhile, one by one the free guilds of P99 fell to the power of TMO. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of casuals and neckbeards marched against the armies of TMO and on the threads of RNF, they fought for the freedom of P99. Victory was near but the power of the Pixel could not be undone. It was in this moment when all hope had faded that Rogean, Lord of the Box, took up his banhammer... Zeelot, the enemy of the casuals of P99 was defeated.

The Pixels passed to Zagum, who had this one chance to obstruct any agreement forever. But the hardcores were easily convinced. And the Pixels have a will of their own. They betrayed old TMO to its death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth, and for twelve and a half months, the Pixels passed out of all knowledge until, when chance came, they ensnared a new bearer. The Pixels came to the creature Chest who took them deep into the basement of his mother's house and there it consumed him. The Pixels brought to Chest unnatural long playtimes. For five months, they poisoned his life. And in the gloom of Chest's bedroom, they waited.

Darkness crept back into the forums. Rumor grew of a shadow in the rotation, whimpers of unfairness and the Pixels perceived their time had now come. They abandoned the rotation. But something happened the Pixels did not intend. They were picked up by the most unlikely creatures imaginable: casual scum, Taken, BDA, and Divinity. For the times will soon come when Casuals will shape the fortunes of us all...