The Great Betrayal of Norrath, Chapter 1

[Stasis]

People are upset about Holocaust members joining Nihilum. Really, the choice was easy. Ever since the beginning of the server I was extremely attracted to Nizzar's play style and leadership ability. When he would port around with Lovely on his druid and fight us it was really a great time. We'd shit talk each other, have some laughs, and in the end we'd joke with each other.

Then things became...more complicated. People became more entrenched in their positions. The hate began to grow on both sides. However, Nizzar and myself maintained a very amicable relationship that was bordering on fondness. We talked daily. Our communications always remained respectable and professional. He'd kill me sometimes, sometimes we'd kill him. I always made sure he was okay afterwards and consoled him during periods of anguish or frustration.

One day it just happened. I remember it clearly. The desert madmen were murmuring and skulking about the Southern Deserts of Ro. The moss snakes, satiated with the sun on their cold bellies in the afternoon light, were hissing. Even the dreaded orc camps were relatively peaceful and quiet. I saw him. A noble hero in his Vermiculated armor teleported into the ancient druid ruins alone. He began his afternoon meditation. I stuck my head up from behind a rock and let out a quiet groan of pleasure. The powerful druid's eyes were fixed upon, nay, locked upon my succulent dwarf body.

What happened next could only be described as magic beyond the power of all the magical forces in Felwithe. We became one in body and soul. To this day I pledge my allegiance to this great man. The most gentle, innocent and kind man to have ever walked upon the sands of the Southern Desert of Ro.

To be continued...

[Bazia]

someone is putting forth a lot of effort

[Stasis01]

Pretty factual.

[STILLnotMORNIN]

didnt think these forums could possibly get any gayer... until now

[Stasis]

Chapter 2: How I Came to Love the Monk from Freeport

Nizzar: The Role of a Lifetime

In all his guises and careers, Nizzar valued the response of the audience more than his critical notices. While few of his political decisions were poll-driven, he cared immensely about his standing with ordinary Norrathians and relatively little about the opinions of the experts. That was just as well for Nizzar, for expert opinion in 2012 gave low marks to his eyepatched reign of terror. Soon after Nizzar switched from a druid to a monk, a survey of Norrathian historians and political scientists conducted by the Erudin Research Institute ranked him twenty-second among the then-forty Red99 players. Even among the rank and file Nihilum, Nizzar’s normally dependable political base, the verdict on his leadership was far from unanimous. At the time, influential nerds worried that their hero had conceded too much to Holocaust leader Illi; some were also alarmed about his economic legacy through his furious camping of manastones.

[SamwiseRed]

i actually enjoyed the read, thank you OP.

[Seary]

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[Kraftwerk]

Stasis imposter covered.

I'm looking forward to the newly minted Thrilla imposter posts as well - http://www.project1999.org/forums/member.php?u=31608

[HoloLost]

Stasis Journal Entry 3, December 4th, 2432, The Ocean of Tears:

His dirty-blonde hair blew in the cooling winds of the Ocean of Tears. As my thoughts drifted to that magical afternoon in the Southern Deserts of Ro I couldn't help but wonder if he shared the same thoughts. Did he care for me as I cared for him? Was he using me to kill the Allizewsaur faster? Would he give me that diamond ring I'd always dreamt about?

As I observed the grace and swiftness with which he swung his Scimitar of the Mistwalker I felt a single tear roll down by bearded cheek. Has Bristlebane blessed my dwarf heart with my eternal companion?

"Backstab ze mob!", Troriste shouted at me in our voice communication chat channel. Ah, how could I be so careless to not have been waiting for the monster to show himself. The monster's beady, dumb eyes looked down at me with fear and a certain resignation. Did it know the love that this druid and I shared? Could it comprehend his goodness? I could feel a sinking feeling deep within my dwarven nether-regions.

As the great beast fell, my palms grew sweaty in both anticipation and due to the salty ocean air. The handsome, faggot-bearded druid announced that the beast had no treasures. Immediately I threw back my head and let forth a scream of agony. However, the scream wasn't because I myself was in pain, no. I couldn't stand to see my prince, my king, my leader disappointed. I immediately gave him a jewel to satisfy his lizardman-like greed for valuables.

Would my love return the favor in the future? Only time would tell. For now, I must ready my blade.

Yours truly,

Stasis the Succulent

[Nirgon]

Gotta love farming OOT dino for blue diamond gear with exploited mistwalkers

Shit's classic