End of the rotation?

[Pokesan]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

this is amazing and i love you

[Raev]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

This is both accurate and hilarious. 10/10 sir

[Turp]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

Lol. Nice.

[capco]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

This made me cry from laughter. Excellent!

[DetroitVelvetSmooth]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

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[Fountree]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

Thanks for lols

[Whirled]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

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[rubinoff]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

We need more posts like this. If you can't follow up this masterpiece with something better you should stop posting in the thread.

[Kaines]

Originally Posted by rubinoff [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

We need more posts like this. If you can't follow up this masterpiece with something better you should stop posting in the thread.

You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has loots. And those loots have to be farmed by guilds with neckbeards. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Chest? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the casuals and you curse Class C. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that the death of Class R, while tragic, probably saved pixels. And competition's existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves pixels...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in EC tunnel, you want me on that raid. You need me on that raid.
We use words like competition, poopsocking, epics...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent raiding something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of competition I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick a guild tag and stand at a spawn point. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

[sanforce]

Originally Posted by Lune [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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...

haha, this post deserves a thread of its own. RIP Zeelot, RIP Zagum