Charlie returns from his journey to Azeroth a hero, but at what cost??? His beloved ACville has changed in his absence. It has become more dangerous than it once was. Charlie reads a sticky that has been posted on the town sign:
"The agreement when first starting these games up was so long as it stays forum friendly and within TOS guidelines, they could stay. Its coming to a point now that things are being taken personally and ill feelings are being had. Sorry, but these games arent worth dividing our community here at AC.
This is the first and only warning that will be given regarding this. If you feel that you cannot play and not take things personally, dont sign up. If you are playing and starting to take things personally, please quit before it gets to the point of exploding. Its not about individual players in the game, its about the game being able to continue here on AC.
Thanks.
Blue"
"Pfffffttttt!!!!", Charlie thinks out loud. Charlie has travelled to distant lands, slain creatures that would make ordinary men crap their leggings. He has stoodly bravely in the face of overwhelming odds, screaming his battle cry (Leeeeroy Jenkins!!!!!) while rushing headlong towards certain doom. He is not afraid of a sticky. "There are weasels here to kick", he says out loud to nobody, "and I'm just the man for the job"
I'm in