It is with the most profound and jubilant spirit that I contribute my own humble observations to this most riveting of colloquies.
Verily, one cannot help but stand in awe of the sheer, unadulterated audacity of this custom lobby bug. A masterstroke of game design, I must contend! To introduce such a delightfully chaotic element, one that renders the very bedrock of our cherished custom games so splendidly unstable, is a move of breathtaking boldness.
The digital ghosts of countless Footmen now wander, directionless, unable to find their frantic wars. The grand strategies for our beloved Tower Defenses—a genre which, having been birthed within these very halls, would proceed to inspire a veritable deluge of the most microscopic of transactions—from the hallowed halls of Wintermaul to the intricate paths of Legion TD , lay dormant, their mazes devoid of hapless creeps. One can almost hear the lamentations from the taverns where heroes, once destined for grand clashes in the lanes of yore, now sit idle, their ultimate abilities gathering dust. What is a Hero Siege without a gate to besiege? What is a Castle Fight without a castle to defend? How will Hector indiscriminately stomp the swath of heroes set before them at the eaves of Lordaeron Gambit? Will the Veilfall if no one is around to hear it? How will I go on without my daily dose of Canned Bread? It is a postmodern masterpiece of deconstruction.
And the timing! To unveil this magnum opus of digital disruption just as a fresh wave of would-be adherents arrives, courtesy of the Game Pass? It is a spectacle of such magnificent irony that one is almost moved to tears.
One must also commend the accompanying performance of complete and utter silence. It is a bold artistic choice, a veritable vow of omertà that speaks volumes. In an age of ceaseless, wearisome communication and incessant badgering from the likes of Herolosta, this commitment to inscrutable mystique is a breath of fresh, albeit stagnant, air. It leaves us, the humble supplicants, in a state of exquisite suspense, forever guessing at the grand, unknowable machinations that transpire behind the curtain.
Bravo, I say. Bravo!
And yet, amidst this masterfully orchestrated turmoil, a whisper of dissent emerges. A final acknowledgment must be paid to the original poster, the sagacious Achille, who has dared to offer a path forward. Treat us to a truly unforgettable exhibition of avant-garde community engagement and offer us some comfort and sanity to carry on. For this clever artifice—this chance to once again command our digital legions—we would be most profoundly grateful.