We have been fighting across the galaxy for years. We have stayed awake for hours when we should have slept. We have awoken our families with cries of joy and sorrow. And we have gained more knowledge and stuff than we can even hold. We have shown gods what we are made of. Put to rest the most wicked and dreadful creatures imaginable. We have heard Omnigul scream so many goddam times!... And yet the Cabal see fit to rain on our parade. To attack us when we are feeling confident. To build a thing that attaches to our light source because they know they can't defeat us head on. All our stuff is gone. Our tower. The purple ball. Those pigeons. That special spot where even the try hardest try hard sweaty pvp players took screen shots of themselves. Don't try to deny it. We've seen your profiles. It's all gone. And now we are forced out into the wild to live...on a farm. The Cabal must die a horrible death at the end of every sword we obtain. Every ability we discover. Every weapon we decrypt. Gary. Must. Die.