It's finally time for the post that killed every other post.
Before we continue, I would like to concede the victory to GLOBO HOMO. Fair is fair and you've redeemed yourself. ONLY after you've been humiliated, put into place and destroyed in the first two seasons. By the power of Nerub Silkweaving Forum's spirit and our glorious gm. Unlike you, we're graceful in defeat. The traitors, the insurectionists attempt has been invalidated. By me. The star player. The x factor. Nerub's champion, fahbear.
To understand the heresy, we have to go back in time, when chaos begun to take seed. Before there was glorious Nerub, and the victories it basked in, there was a different era.
The very cute days. The guild took root in legion, if we're precise. But as an honest lore keeper, I can only begin the story in Battle for Azeroth, when I joined the war. Many of the main characters were present then, and solidified themselves main stay of this unhappy union.
There was joy and camaraderie, don't get me wrong. Many of nights were spent enjoying each others company, soothing loneliness and investing in each other's person. But like all gods, none of us were created equal. Each with a unique temperament which would end up detrimental to the downfall. Cracks began to show in the heavens. The mood soured and anger replaced once fragile peace. The gatherings became toxic. The nerves were on edge. Time naturally seperated us, but kept us together, through some sort of vague bond that we all shared. Except for some.... Their spite would naturalize. Their anger solidified. Their exchanges, although deeply necessary for basic need of social connection, became perverted and toxic. Some of us found respite, grew and found peace without Very Cute. But for those that remained, they fed into each others madness.
