Deej raises his hand, and the forums falls silent. Sons of The Traveler ! I am Deej Wallace! Xmas Noob Deej Wallace is seven feet tall! Deej Yes, I have heard! He kills men by the hundreds! And if he were here, he would Cheese the Dev’s with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse! Many laugh--all get the point. Deej I am Deej Wallace. And my enemies do not go away. I saw our good alpha testers hanged. I am Deej Wallace. And I see a whole forum of my Guardians, here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to post as free men. And free men you are! What will you do with freedom? Will you fight? Level 32 Two thousand, against ten? We will run--and continue to grind and get crappy drops! Wallace Yes. Fight and you may get ninja justice or ban hammered. Run and you will live, at least awhile. And sitting in your Lazy boy many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance to come back here as paying customers, and tell our enemies that they may take our 20.00, but they will never take our freedom? Down on the plain, Bungie and Activision emissaries in all their regal shaders hover over the bridge, under a banner of The Weekly Update. Level 32 Look! The Development team come to barter with our Pvp’ers and Raiders for Nerfs and Jellyhorns. And our Fanboi’s will not be in the front of the battle! Deej No! They will not! He dismounts, and draws his Monty Carlo. Deej And I will. Slowly, the chant begins, and builds...