Disaster and the City
Disaster has struck!
On monday our guild leader was hacked.
And his hacker (a stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, uncapable of pity, void and empty from any dram of mercy) was a vile one. Not only did he clean all his characters out, that I could have accepted as Blizzard can restore gear and gold. But that was only part of it…
That foul and pestilent congregation of vapours kicked everyone in the guild so he could empty the guild bank at his own leisure. No one was really using much from the guild bank, so those items I don’t care particularly about. It is the scattering of all the guild members that gets to me.
I feel violated. Yes, violated!
In their hunger for gold to sell at 10k/1£ these heedless joltheads and unmannered slaves have scattered people I consider friends, that makes it a pleasure to log in every day, for the winds. They have taken what is good about playing and spit on it.
All because of the boys, apes, braggarts, jacks milksops that are to lazy to take the time to gather their own gold. Gold sellers and gold buyers, a plague on both your houses, you filth that call yourself men.
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
It is sad that I rekindle my blog with such terrible news. 
(Things in Italic are quoted from the plays by William Shakespeare.)
