classic everquest, a treasure for the ages, is a product of its historical circumstances. a vision, betrayed by the ruthless and inhuman logic of profit. p99 is a dream. a dream that rogean and nilbog dream for us in their slumber of eons. it is only right that we sing their praises, in the softest of lullabies, lest their slumber is broken.

a nightmare of trapped rats breeding upon piles of each other and defecating on one another's heads you mean.

Why?

Because profit still lurks neath the waves, animating tendrils on the half-dead, drunken demons you sing for in warbling voice.

welcome to the species pal, enjoy your stay