It has recently come to my attention that with the upcoming patch 1.19, MercsPlus1 will be forced to downgrade to MercsNQ. (Thanks Rhylee)
Well, this news was extremely humbling. When I think of all of the lucky touch ups we initiated to get to the place where we are now, I know that you just can't take anything for granted. I believe since I've been able to write this, I'm now in the stage of acceptance, the final stage. Everything up until now really was a mentally exhausting challenge ranging from psychotic chanting, "This is not happening... not to a D-List end game star". Under a billowing storm cloud of denial.
Following, "It's not our fault! Who is to blame!? Nahaara, don't just stand there around town like a loser. Go find out who!" In my borderline preposterous display of anger.
To, "If I could suck my way to the middle just a little longer, I think we'll be okay." Which, by the way, is the title of my real life collection of essays --Brucey Macchibango: Sucking My Way To The Middle. Available on Amazon for preorder the beginning of next year.-- And now I'm here.
What if I don't have to be the things I've proclaimed in my ever approaching doom into normal qualitativness. I'm not feeling that I should project anything on others, yell, kick, or scream. Nor am I interested in going to the underground to see how that plays out. --Yes, I'm talking to you, Divert Saints-- I just ask that if you see one of us around, don't give us your pity. We're not worth it. As long as we're here fighting to get our plus one back... we'll be just fine.
Thank you for listening, I needed to get that off my chest. I hope that everyone post 1.19 will be sensitive regarding our change while we try to regain back our status. That is, if we can.
Pirate Version
It has recently come to me attention that wit' th' upcomin' patch 1.19, MercsPlus1 gunna be forced to downgrade to MercsNQ. (hearty thanks Rhylee)
Well, 'tis news was extremely humblin'. When i reckon 'o all 'o th' lucky touch ups we initiated to get to th' place whar we be now, I be knowin' that ye just can't take anythin' fer granted. I believe since bin be able to scribe 'tis, I be now in th' stage 'o acceptance, th' final stage. Everythin' up 'til now really was a mentally exhaustin' challenge rangin' from psychotic chantin', "'tis be not happenin'... not to a D-List end battle star". Under a billowin' storm cloud 'o denial.
Followin', "'tis not our fault! Who be to blame!? Nahaara, don't just stand thar around town like a loser. be off find out who!" In me borderline preposterous display 'o anger.
To, "If I could suck me way to th' middle just a wee longer, i reckon we'll be okay." Which, by th' way, be th' title 'o me real life collection 'o essays --Brucey Macchibango: Suckin' me Way To th' Middle. Available on Amazon fer preorder th' beginnin' 'o next year.-- 'n now I be here.
What if I don't have to be th' thin's bin proclaimed in me ever approachin' doom into normal qualitativness. I be not feelin' that I project anythin' on others, yell, kick, or scream. Nor be I interested in goin' to th' underground to spy wit' ye eye how that plays out. --yarr, I be shoutin' to ye, Divert Saints-- I just ask that if ye spy wit' ye eye one 'o us around, don't gift us ye pity. We're not worth it. As long as we're here fightin' to get our plus one back... we'll be just fine.
Thank ye fer listenin', I needed to get that off me chest. I woe that all ye pirates message 1.19 gunna be sensitive regardin' our change while we give a go' to regain back our status. That be, if we can.