The emptiness echoes off of emerald mountains, and if not for the cascading waterfalls drowning out all silence, the darkness of it all would consume me entirely. As I sit perched upon the daunting warship that floats unmanned across the vast empty skies, I see what is left from the destruction. They once called this land Azeroth, and while I don't remember who they were, I do recall the beauties of the land. Once it was full of citizens, now even they are gone. What desolation brought this on, truly it cannot be another cataclysm!? Please, don't let that be. I recall the cataclysm was hell for the developers of this world, I being one of them remember the cost. Several of us sacrificed our lives to fix the cataclysm, but was it all for not?
I stare into the void of eternal nightmare, what was once an emerald dream. The nothingness that swells, dwells within my soul. This ethereal emptiness caused by some unforeseen desolation is the very creation of my isolation. Soon madness will consume me, and I wonder just how long before that occurs. It is rumored that madness is a feverish disease that is incurable, yet stall-able.
My beast stares at me hungrily, our food source is scarce, as such I've been forced to consume plants. Thankfully my herbalism skill will sustain me for a while longer. But my raptor requires meat, and it will not be long before he becomes unfriendly and attacks me. I know when he does that one of us will be dinner that night.
The dusk falls shortly now, the sparks from my campfire flicker into the empty skies, not even stars grace their presence now. The darkness creeps in as the fire slowly dies, the chilling winds that arise out of the barren wasteland brush over me and cause me to gasp.
At the crossroads of this deserted land is a small town, once it was full of life and populated with younger players. Now there is nothing here but the fence. I harbor myself against the wall, and pray this shelter will protect me through the night. In the morning I will survey the land and head to the main cities to seek civilization.
The dawn enters the sky with a bursting palette of color, for what it is worth this desecrated soil is quite beautiful in the right lighting. I stare into the new sun, hoping today will bring some answers.
I turn to the sky and begin to access the control panel.
"Administrator Privileges On"
'Administrator Privileges Activated.' replies the system
"GM Mode On"
'Gm Mode Activated'
"Fly Mode On"
'Fly Mode Activated'
"Modify Speed...50!"
'Speed Modified to 50'
With a blur of speed I dash from one edge of the map to the other. It takes very little effort, and all of Kalimdor flashes before my eyes in but seconds.
"Auto Target Player Feature On"
'Auto Targetting System Activated'
Nothing.
"Teleport Stormwind!"
'Teleporting Developer Sequel to Stormwind'
"System report global online status."
'There are exactly 1 players online.'
'What the hell!?' he thought, "System Info!"
"Server Status: Okay
Current Server: PTR"
"FML!"
'Command Unknown!'
"/Camp!"
"Logging out!"
After all this time...I was not alone...I was merely on the wrong server...a sigh of relief rushes through me. I click on the server known as Shiver and ironically shiver as I log in to see people everywhere, screaming and yelling, asking for gold, LFG, WTB, WTT, WTS, Que RDF, Que BGs...
"WILL EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!?"
*Silence*
"Thank you I enjoy my peace and quiet..."
