My story, like so many others, has slowly become a story of sadness and betrayal. I once played for thousands upon thousands of hours. I once was a sherpa for thousands of people. But, now, there is the Eververse end-game and the ever increasing costs of masterworking and infusion. Now the nerfs tally in the hundreds. Now the recycled content fills an entire season. My story, while not at a close, has dwindled into myth. Once I fought to become Legend. Now I usually just play something else.