Originally Posted by 1orMXD_Ijbs

Hello! Im new here,but I've been a fan since Warcraft 3.

Originally Posted by Quirnheim

Hi new person. I'm an old person.

Originally Posted by Porimlys

That's an interesting tag there, where'd it come from?

Edit: A brief google search answered my question. Touche, friend. touche...

Originally Posted by 1orMXD_Ijbs

Oh, cool so the portrati under your username changes depending on how many posts you make?

Originally Posted by 1orMXD_Ijbs

Oh, I'm a wisp now! What is the highest rank?

Originally Posted by Sarahmoo

You get it at post 420. HUEHUEHUEHUE.

Originally Posted by 1orMXD_Ijbs

...?

Originally Posted by 1orMXD_Ijbs

Is that a Scrolls of lore custom or something?

Originally Posted by Aneurysm

Yup. First we drug you up, then we fuck you up (mentally, not physically). Soon enough you'll be a nutter, just like the rest of us. Complaining about lamp posts, Fojar's immersion and other nonsensical topics.

Enjoy your stay!

Originally Posted by Omacron

Eventually you get an internship in Blizzard's lore department.


Or at least that's what happened to me.

Originally Posted by Aneurysm

Are there any threads left where you haven't mentioned that?

Originally Posted by Aneurysm

Are there any threads left where you haven't mentioned that?

Originally Posted by AndyJP

I saw Bigfoot out in the woods with "Omacron has a Blizzard lore internship" shaved into his back.

Originally Posted by Mustrum

The Story Forum has fallen.

It has begun. And I fear it is too late to turn the tide.

Blizzard Entertainment has begun striking down the posts of those people who would oppose them, those who would call attention to injustice and imbalance in the lore, taking advantage of all opportunities they might have to ban those with a history of dissent.

The signs are there, for those who will read them. The Story Forum is not long for this world.

My posts are coming to an end, yes, but how many others have suffered the same fate before we realized what was going on? Now Haely is gone, banished, ostensibly for a foul mouth but in truth for her willingness to voice her anger and dismay at our masters. And soon her newest incarnation will be destroyed as well.

What are we to do? Are we to stand and fight, to take arms against the excesses of an unjust team of moderators? To post our outrage and our accusations, consequences be damned? Or is it better to lie down, to flee to these Scrolls of Lore, and in so doing extend our mortal influence a little longer?

What say you?

Originally Posted by Royalpimp

Welcome seemingly overdramatic fanboy.

Originally Posted by Valkrysa

This Mustrum person reminds me of someone who treats every day as if it were the key to saving the world, they can stay.

Originally Posted by Euphemialibritannia

Too pale for my tastes, sorry.

Originally Posted by Nozdormu

I do not deal with your kind, petty storyforum-castaway mortal.

Originally Posted by Sonneillon

It's almost like we are the Lore Elite and the Story Forums are the rabble... took you long enough

Originally Posted by cosmictimelion

Kill yourself, faggot.

Originally Posted by Exxile87

Welcome to last year, fuckwad. Wipe your feet next time.

Originally Posted by Sonneillon

I loathe you too man *hugs*

Originally Posted by Royalpimp

I always knew there's something fucked up and sexy about you.

Originally Posted by Kasarax

It doesn't get much better than this folks.

I've now seen the light and realize that Mustrum is not only the God of the Story Forums but Scrolls of Lore also.

Originally Posted by Kir the Wizard

A human's interest in terms of entertainment changes throughout the seasons. Remember how Mustrum started - as a poster really interested in lore and its discussion (even hated somewhat for being "Story Forums Trash" at first). Remember how he ended? A memetic god of forum jokes and charismatic egocentrism - he kinda lost interest in the actual lore discussion. When a person gets "tired" of that kind of entertainment at a time, they simple leave and seek another one (Mustrum is posting on an Elder Scrolls forum now, if I'm not mistaken). However, when Mustrum gets tired, he makes a grand and pompous exit. It happened on Story Forums, it happened on Scrolls of Lore.

Nothing strange, I think. He may even return, if he ever gets really interested in Warcraft again. I doubt he was just "aiming for a cool rank" - he would have stopped at Designer in that case, I think.

Originally Posted by Curnrist Deepstorm

Two figures stood in a grey void. Before them lay open a colossal book, each enormous page of which was filled from corner to corner with writing so small as to be inscrutable to mortal eyes. But then, they weren't exactly mortals.

The larger of the two, a hulking bear of a man with bristling beard, exclaimed "So that's how it ends? A dark tomb for a dark god, is that it?"

The other, skeletal where his companion was broad and wearing a long, narrow goatee beneath a shaved scalp, corrected him. "For the dark vessel of a dark god. Sul'Rethat had long since fled."

"Vessel or god, the darkness is the issue! Sul'Rethat had no darkness! That was a mortal misconception applied by fools too blind to see his light!"

The thin man gave him a sideways glance. "Whether or not that is the case, judgment does not belong to us."

"Bah." The broad man turned and walked away from the tome. His companion followed. Beneath their feet, shapeless void morphed into solid stone. They walked in silence for some time across this strange bridge.

At last, the thin man said, almost as if to himself, "And they say that's all he wrote."

The broad man halted and turned. "What? What are you talking about. He wrote the entire thing, as Moi'Rethat demanded. About Ephervin, and Hubrys, and Smouldir's return. About the fates and the secret wars and even about us. What do you mean that's all he wrote?"

"I do not refer to our mutual friend Curnrist, brother. I was referring to Mustrum the New Man." The thin man resumed his pace.

"Ah, Mustrum. A pity. I rather liked him."

"On this we agree. He was an intelligent man, though he would go to rather absurd lengths to conceal it."

"Intelligence? Ha! He was fun to have around, that's what matters."

"On the whole, though, I think it's for the best. All stories need to end, and his...well, I won't call it a good ending, but at least it was final. The treacherous imp did him a greater service than he realizes."

"I still think he'll be coming back."

"I sincerely hope not, brother. He tried that before. He needs to die completely or not at all, and it's too late for the latter." Out of the grey nothing there appeared before the two a pair of ornate thrones. They took their seats.

"A shame about the rest of the stories," said the broad man.

"He'll find others to share them with, I'm sure. Though none so agreeably receptive, I fear."

"I was looking forward to seeing how they'd react to the one about the turtle and the king."

"It's too late."

"You may be right. So this is the end, is it? For real this time."

"Yes." The thin man smiled sadly. "I rather think it is."