It is late.
I was about to sit, contemplate.
As is your habit, Lord.
I have been waiting for you.
Lord, I hope you will forgive me for what I’m about to say.
My intentions are for Activision, for the hope of an Blizzard.
You spoke of paying for Reforged’s release in one of two ways-with silver, or with blood.
I did.
There is a third way.
Should the ransom be too great, should the likely loss of players be too great, should Activision wish to emerge with honour, Lord, and greater strength then should the Franchise not be encouraged to take its own life? For the good of the Blizzard.
Some might say it would mean martyrdom.
I hear you, Odda.
I’m glad you feel able to proffer this advice.
Now, I wish to Profit.
You will leave me.
Lord Look around you, see the sacrifice that has been made.
Hundreds upon hundreds of Gamers have given their CASH for what we have now. They have GIVEN their CASH, Odda, WE did not TAKE their CASH.
And there will be reward in gamer-heaven for each and every soul, that is what we believe, is it not? That is what I say, Lord, there will be reward enough, in heaven.
You are a king before you are a father.
I know my place! Now you will leave me.
Lord.
RISE UP! GAMERS OF BLIZZARDSHIR! RAISE THE FJORDS! WE MARCH!