Akama: I remember the seasonal as it used to be: a place of gameplay.
Akama: I gamed within its chambers and meditated among its gardens. I was happy then; at peace.
Akama: I remember, too, the day the wildcard came.
Akama: That day marked by cries of rng and torrents of blood where terrified women and children were complaining about windfury and sinister strike being OP.
Akama: I led many to safety, but many more paid the ultimate price and quit Ascension.
Akama: That day my beloved server became the Wildcard Focused Server.
Akama: There the zoomers practiced their twisted rng that corrupted the server and nearly destroyed us all.
Akama: Even after the zoomer's reckless sorcery tore the server apart, my people were unable to find a lasting server.
Akama: I remember the armies of zoomers that swept down on us like a plague.
Akama: Then came Andorhal...
Akama: The ones they called the legacy boomers; the enemy of my enemy.
Akama: We helped them seal the portals of wildcard and cut off the zoomer's reinforcements.
Akama: We fought with renewed strength, and together we reclaimed our sacred server.
Akama: I think part of me knew even then, that the seasonal had only traded one evil master for another.
Akama: I prefer to remember the seasonal as it used to be; not the abomination it has become.
Akama: My soul bears the burden of my misjudgment, but I have been patient; I have been waiting.
Akama: And when the time is right, the boomer will become... the boomed.