Perhaps there will be no resurgence, anon—no great migration of new players. Perhaps your franchise told its last true story in 2004, and has been dying ever since—its motions a mimicry of life, like a corpse made to dance, limbs pulled by strings held in the gloved hand of a mouse. Perhaps all that remains is what I see before me: a lone player, clinging to half-remembered cutscenes and forum wars, haunted by Revan and Malachor like they were real victories, wrapped in the fading armor of a galaxy that has long since moved on. Not a warrior, not even a fan—just a relic, roleplaying relevance in a game that outlived its own soul.

My Chiss Imperial Agent was top waifu material though