It has recently come t' me attention that wi' th' upcomin' patch 1.19, MercsPlus1 be forced t' downgrade t' MercsNQ. (Thanks Rhylee)
Well, this news be extremely humblin'. When I think o' all o' th' lucky touch ups we initiated t' get t' th' place 'ere we be now, I know that ye jus' canna take anythin' fer granted. I b'lieve since I`ve been able t' write this, I be now in th' stage o' acceptance, th' final stage. Everythin' up until now really be a mentally exhaustin' challenge rangin' from psychotic chantin', "This be nay happenin'... nay t' a D-List end game star". Under a billowin' storm cloud o' denial.
Followin', "`Tis nay our fault! Who be t' blame!? Nahaara, dasn't jus' stand thar around town like a scurvy cur. Go find ou' who!" In me borderline preposterous display o' anger.
T', "If I could suck me way t' th' middle jus' a wee longer, I think we`ll be arrr." Which, by th' way, be th' title o' me real life collection o' essays --Brucey Macchibango: Suckin' Me Way T' Th' Middle. Available on Amazon fer preorder th' beginnin' o' next voyage.-- An' now I be here.
What if I dasn't be havin' t' be th' things I`ve proclaimed in me ereapproachin' doom into normal qualitativness. I be nay feelin' that I ortin' ta project anythin' on others, yell, kick, or scream. Nor be I interested in goin' t' th' underground t' be seein' how that plays ou'. --Aye, I be talkin' t' ye, Divert Saints-- I jus' ask that if ye be seein' one o' us around, dasn't give us yer pity. We`re nay worth 't. As long as we`re here fightin' t' get our plus one aft... we`ll be jus' fine.
Thank ye fer listenin', I needed t' get that off me chest. I hope that sea dogs an' land lubbers post 1.19 be sensitive regardin' our change while we try t' regain aft our status. That be, if we can.