You hear a voice cut through the static of your goblin radio receiver
"Casualties range in the billions."
"They are killing everyone!"
"There everywhere!"
Screams
"Please help us!"
The radio falls silent
Hazzlinka’s voice penetrates your mind
"This is the Arena’s chance to repent."
Your mind reels as it rejects the Hazzlinka
An unknown entity speaks to you
"Against all the evil that blizzard can conjure… All the wickedness that Corrupted gear can produce… We will send unto them… no changes"
The voice fades and you snap back to the present, amongst the ruins you are currently refuged in, a stranger approaches
"Popping defensives will not bring you peace… Only make the burden you carry… Worse."
Warlock and Demon Hunter scumbags have found you
"For the past two expansions we have survived, made other’s tilt in the name of our smol pp’s… Who are you, a non-meta pleb, to defy our havok mortal coil blade dance dodge?"
You rise for your final stand. Heart racing, adrenaline pumping, only to be wisked away by the Unknown presence.
"We must move. Quickly. There are crutched gimps who would see to stop this."
Xaryu steps through a portal nearby
"You are nothing but a casual… JuST LInE oF siGHt iT stun-root-stun-infernal stun-slow-ursol’s vortex QQ"
Your goblin radio hums to life
"The only thing OP class’ fear… is eachother"