Here, I make my Stand

For those of you who know who I am, I say this to 4.0 and 4.00.1:

If you don’t know who I am, Winter is coming. I fear it will be dark and full of terrors.

We’d best prepare now.


Fixed that for you.


@SavageAFforPG You were Captain Ahab in a former life weren’t you?

I mean, I don’t like PG either but you take it to a whole new level…

I am Harbinger.

We fight as one.

We are unstoppable.

Savage the Harbringer of Desolation to WD

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Remember this page.

It marks the beginning of something you do not yet know.

New rider?
Named Tom Jones?

I am a huge puzzle nerd and treasure hunt puzzles are the best :smirk_cat:

When is the teaser trailer being released? :thinking:


New Rider (this is a joke)
Name: I’ll fix update 4.00
Skills: reroll the update, hurry up and release me, make people happier with their bases, make PG look “better.”
Element: :sheep:
Gear: :sheep: :wink: Refund my embers used to build my ice flak
Sigil Cost: I don’t know… ask :sheep:
:sheep: :hushed: :100:



Some things are not a lie, but not are all as they seem.

You do not yet know what is to come.

Winter is coming.

We are one.

Very mysterious I see we are talking in code now. I’m sad I can’t interpret it :thinking:

I speak in riddles now, but soon my tongue will be loosed, and the truth will be revealed.

Prepare yourselves for battle on a grand scale.

The cost is high; the reward higher still.

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Alright you go do that

It is not what I choose that matters.

It is what we choose.

The inevitable cannot be avoided, only delayed.

We are Harbinger. We fight as one.

You begin to see what I have seen.

The end of one is the beginning of another.

We must go back to the source.

The spice must flow.

Or not?


I’m really hoping this turns into some sort of epic poem :smile:

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The Second Coming

W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I tell you truly, a great Freezing Winter is coming.

Prepare yourselves.

Way to go PG!! You went and broke Savage now!

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  1. fuck you
  2. I love you

Now I NEED to figure this out. Shit.