A roleplay man who looks a lot like Medivh in Warcraft III but is definitely not, and is clearly an original character, do not steal, accosts you on a street corner and shakes at you a long oaken cudgel.
"Hearken unto me, people of Azeroth! I have foreseen a dark and calamitous future; a prophecy has been handed down to me, descending gently from on high; bubbling noxiously from below.
In the times ahead, men will congregate in great throngs, in great numbers, the likes of the old world has never before seen! Driven by the desire for fame and glory, by the need for plentiful multitudes, and by the fear of solitude and dispersion, they will clamber upon their fellows, unrestricted by the old ways, and the old laws, that demanded temperance and dispersal.
This is not as things were in the old world, in the old times - flawed though they might be, the simple constraint of having limits did spread us far and wide, though we liked it not. In some places we were too thin, in the end, necessitating the pain of forced integration, but our distribution was such that things worked out in the end.
It will not be so, soon! I have seen it! All will concentrate on Three great Pillars; the PvE, the PvP, and the RP. So great will their wonderment be, so desirable the promise of their peoples, so secure will their futures seem, that they will suck the men out of their bordering realms. None will wish to dwell elsewhere. There will only be the Three Pillars, of such towering height, that they will reach the heavens.
And when they reach that lofty point, the gods, in their spitefulness and fear, will smite them! They will be fractured. The fracturing is coming! The layers will be sundered, divided each into their own realm. The chaos of this act, of the crumbling of the pillars, of the fall! Men and women will tumble to the earth, clutching at each other in vain; the force of their plummeting tearing them apart!
Fear the layers. Fear the Three Pillars. Fear The Fracturing. We are doomed!"
The roleplay man drops the cudgel with a clatter, and falls to his knees, cradling his sort of Medivh-like-but-not-really features in twisted fingers.
“The gods… They do not listen! Why? Why do they not listen?”