Battle.net. A name that one must merely utter to conjure the very essence of Lucifer within the souls of the righteous. A bastion of corruption, stamping out the laughter of children and the yipping of puppies. Anyone with enough dangly bits to log onto this repression of happiness better come with an iron will and an empty stomach.
There are two types of people that you'll find within this community. The first are the lost and confused. The poor humans who end up here, hoping for an enjoyable gaming experience but finding only sorrow and failure. The second group is the core of the problem. The lifeless zombies who feed off tears and 'pwnage' rather than brains. This clique of @#%$ wizards has no higher goal than to ruin your day, preferring to rip holes into your emotional stability rather than focus on winning. Beware those kind souls who actually play games for fun or to do well...they'll eat you alive.
Thank you, Blizzard. Thank you for this moral black hole. What would we do without you.

And the trees about me; Let them be dry and leafless; Let the rocks groan with continual surges; and behind me, make all a desolation






