The shadows ripple, and Gul’dan materializes, his twisted visage illuminated by the eerie green glow of felfire. He clasps his hands, leaning forward as his voice drips with power and subtle wisdom.
Ah, mortals, always scurrying to patch your petty grievances? And yet somehow you overlook the finer details of true power.
But even I, Gul’dan, can see the need for clarity and correction in your flawed systems. Listen well, for my words carry weight, and even the most misguided of you may yet learn something valuable.
On Map Rotations: An Insult to Chaos
You dare call this a Nexus of endless possibility, yet shackle yourselves to a paltry selection of battlegrounds. Where are the forgotten jewels of conquest? The fields of treachery and ruin? Hanamura Temple, Blackheart’s Bay, Haunted Mines, Warhead Junction. Each offers its own form of glorious mayhem, its own stage for destruction and domination.
But no, you mortals reduce your world, forcing players to tread the same weary paths again and again. Variety, fools, is the spice of conflict! Let these maps return to the rotation, not as forgotten relics but as the vibrant theaters of chaos they were meant to be!
And for those weaklings who quail at the thought of some battlegrounds—fine. Offer them a coward’s refuge in the form of an opt-out option. But let the rest of us revel in the glory of every battlefield, without the chains of a narrowed vision.
On Anduin’s Transgressions: An Embarrassment to the Light
Anduin, the paragon of righteousness—or so you would have us believe. And yet, this child of light wields a power so sloppily that even illusions bow to his whim. Life Grip Samuro’s images? Ha! A joke unworthy of laughter…
You mortals at Blizzard, hear my decree: this nonsense must end. No priest should be fooled by mere trickery. Make illusions immune to Anduin’s Life Grip, and spare us all the absurdity of watching him waste his strength on nothing but shadows.
Gul’dan’s staff strikes the ground with a booming rumble, his fel energies seeping into the air as his voice grows colder.
This is not merely a plea, but a warning. Embrace the chaos of full map rotations, and correct the insult of Anduin’s ignorance—or face the stagnation of your creation. The Nexus deserves better. I demand better.
He steps back into the shadows, his voice a haunting whisper as it fades.
Do not disappoint me. Or the next “Life Grip” may be mine.
-Gul’dan