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.

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Fixed that for you.

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@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:

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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:
bahahbabahaha
:sheep: :hushed: :100:

:laughing:

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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?

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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.

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