Remembering that rage-filled world of rage, with trappings of rage and rage coloured skies is never easy- but sometimes the memory takes on a life of its own. Here is the story of the damnable circle, and its erstwhile demise.
[@Kerrus] they're really being bitches on this.
[Namee] I want my goddamn class!
[@Kerrus] I oughta march down to Seattle and punch someone in the face
[Namee] It's not fair that they first induce a borderline addiction to us and then keep hoggiong all the good stuff like this. :[
[Raquel] I hate it when "seeker site:wizards.com" turns up results on Tezzeret the Seeker.
[@Kerrus] Come to think of it, I actually got so angry once that I was in the middle of chartering a flight to go down to seattle to actually do that before I realized how stupid that would have been.
[Namee] What was it over about?
[Namee] I mean, I've never really been angry at WotC. They might screw up every now and then, but they're far from the worst when it comes to gaming companies like this. (*cough* GW and Wizkids *cough*)
[@Kerrus] I honestly don't remember
[@Kerrus] all I remember is rage
[@Kerrus] a big, enveloping world of rage
[@Kerrus] where the skies are rage coloured, and all the pizza tastes of rage
[Namee] How does rage-pizza taste?
[@Kerrus] IT TASTES LIKE RAGE!
[@Kerrus] I think it was MTGO related
[@Kerrus] The early release of version 3
[@Kerrus] I don't remember much other then the rage, but I do recall that damnable circle
[Namee] Ah, that's had alot of technical issues, hasn't it?
[@Kerrus] they also had this weird interface- it looked like some combination of MC Esher, gothic horror, HP lovecraft, and the devil. For their 'what happens on each turn event thing' they switched from the easy interface of a simple list to this archaic stone idol
[@Kerrus] it was maddening, the stuff of nightmares. Its dimensions were not wholly congruent with our reality.
[Namee] I can see that being slightly annoying.
[Namee] What with the madness inducing qualities and all.
[Namee] I gave the latest versions free trial a quick go, to see if it's something I might see myself getting in to, and honestly it wasn't so bad anymore.
[Namee] Guess they've cut some of the more non-euclidean features.
[@Kerrus] Oh yes. Like an ouroborous of satan, that circle sought to eternally devour our feeble minds. Fortunately, it was removed shortly after several hundred beta testers went missing
[@Kerrus] They've gone back to a standard interface and made it so that the borders were not so unbelievably fat
[@Kerrus] like, all the boarders on all the windows, including the subwindows were like two inches thick
[@Kerrus] it was ridiculous
[Namee] Patch note: "Removed Ouroborous of Satan due to issues with the servers crashing because of devoured souls."
[Namee] grrarhrg speaking of devoured souls, Finance and IT-department monthly meeting. :S
[02:57] [Namee] -]
[@Nacht] Patch note: "Decided against letting Tzeentch do the coding."
[@Kerrus] We were particularly lucky that the one 'fix' that let it revolve, rather then simply outlining the runes in the blood of innocents, was only out for a day and a half before the entire thing was removed.
[@Kerrus] I have to ask myself what sort of effects such a monstrosity would have on those who were less moderated then I. To turn my world into one of rage, one really would have had to do some extensive redecorating. But there are those with far less restriction then I
[@Kerrus] Not to mention a sizable population of testers that actually live in Seattle
[@Kerrus] It would have only taken one.
[@Nacht] nevermind the fact that WotC has a large nerdbase willing to do this **** for free.
[@Kerrus] Well yes. I can almost see it now- a single, frantic fan, driven to the edge of madness by its infernal diameters- thrown unto the brink of self destruction by its endless contours and dissymmetric composition. A madness which not only calls for blood, but one which seeks to warp the world to a will incomprehensible my mere mortal minds. It would start with a whisper- and then quiet.
[@Nacht] And then the cosmic horrors start flooding in
[@Kerrus] WotC closes at standard business time, but such things are no limitation to an enterprising or derranged mind. Entry would be the simplest. Nobody really expects someone to go and hide out in a corporate office- for WotC HQ deals not in physical pleasures, but in the realm of the mind. That derranged soul would find it simply to enter, and simpler still to evade the security patrols. He would take naught with him, for his task would be simple. It would not have required tools, or even life. They say that only death remains, but they are far too... limited.
[@Kerrus] Destroying the evidence wouldn't be enough, as that infernal construct would have etched itself onto the skein of the physical world. A bloody brant of otherworldy domination. He would have heard it revolving, revolving, endlessly spinning, its barest whisper more maddening then a million years of human existence all compressed into a single moment. But he would have known that it needed to end
[@Kerrus] First, a simple email, produced through the means of a computer terminal hastily abandoned. A mere suggestion on the intra-company chat network.
[@Kerrus] then a written memo, carefully forged. Hastily sketched diagrams and a half finsihed proposal would be left where they were required. But these things would only serve to temporarily disrupt the thing's hold on reality. No, our intrepid do-gooder would need to journey to the core of the issue. He would need to go... deeper.
[@Kerrus] The basement, and then the sub-basement below it, it would have been grim and silent, illuminated naught but by the dim, flickering lights of its maddening ritual. He would avert his eyes, the madness already clawing at his brain. This was a mission he knew he would not return from, but one that still needed be completed. Others had tried and failed, but he would not. This he knew.
[@Kerrus] But the reality is always more terrible then the fiction- what he had seen had been a mere shadow, cast by a malevolent charatacture of the true device. One of immaculate orgin, and infernal design. It was not a stone idol, of some forgotten god wishing to impose his will on the mortal world, no. It was a gateway.
[@Kerrus] Impossible dimensions and unthinkable contours- even as the ritual of blood and not-light sustained its earthly presence, it was revolving. Twisting endlessly on itself, turning inwards from beyond the possibilities of human comprehension. But he was not truly human at this point- he had ceased being human when he set himself on this task. Now, he was merely a tool. An armament controlled by the greater will of humanity, acting against a thread to us all. But even such confidence would have shaken. Even such determination would gutter and die.
[@Kerrus] Lying at its feet would have been the blood drained corpses of innocents, and even the not so innocent. Neither Community Leads nor fascist art directors, it would not care. It had been made for a greater purpose, and in the end it knew one truth. Blood was blood. Those bodies were not just a means of entreating access to the world, they were avatars. In day their shambling forms further strengthened its hold on reality. But each night, they brought one more to the fold. There were five now. And though their bodies were twisted and ruined, their eyes shone with horrible clarity. And above them all hung the circle. Our hero would have sensed something then, and averted his eyes, as something vast and unimaginable sought to meet his eyes from beyond.
[@Kerrus] the blood of innocents, forcibly taken, was truly the last of the earthly powers. The gateway would have known this, felt it in the empty space where a soul might have resided- and where others passed through. But there are other powers. Faith, hope, and providence. Powers beyond mere blood
[@Kerrus] Giving himself freely to the gateway- imparting a gift beyond mere casual design to an entity never meant to know words like 'desire' or 'rage', but only an ancient implaccable determination, it was with a last look at the ever so bright existence that was reality, that he threw himself forward. To him, though he knew, somewhere, that the circle was merely a gateway to the beyond, it was not. It was an oracle of terrible insights. It was power.
[@Kerrus] A selfless act, a gift unto the beyond. Such things are, in their own way, power. A power incomprehenisble to the other side. The gateway would have begun to spin faster. Its pace picking up by the last will of a dying mind. Ancient and terrible purpose was one thing, but a final request was a thing of power too. The gateway, in its primitive and heretical mind, would honour such a thing. And so it was that it would die.
[@Kerrus] That other power seeks to return, still, to this day. But at every end it is met by opposition anew. Though the gateway, and the innocent who sought to give it choice are gone, the weight of that action remains, and the will of humanity continues. The gods of eld sought a foothold into our world, so it is only fitting that humanity now has one in theirs.