Fear...the air is ripe with it. Do you possess the constitution....the depth of faith to go as far as is needed? Come then, for I would call upon the lot of you to return to Azeroth and draw your weapons with me once again. Awaken your strongest avatars and take to the field. 

Summer draws to a close soon, but we need no solstice or..harvest moon... to show us the time to take once more to the field! Join me again, draw your weapons, and if you tire of the fight against the Scourge, Nefarion, and the Hakkari tribe's high priests.......

....then fight the elves with me. Fight the humans, and fight the dwarves.....but the gnomes.....

......bite the gnomes. Bite them in the gulch. Right in the gulch. 

My footsteps echo as I walk these halls, and my heart is sad for it. These seats at this table have been empty for too long. When I go to the rest room, the stains from my previous using of the rest room are still there. No new stains. No one's using the rest room of FSE anymore. They're going outside...or maybe something even more sinister. 

We must make it again an evening activity that is considered fun by these FSE'ian subscribers. And once our core begins crying havoc and letting the krakens loose once more, others will see us as a hot steaming pile of enthusiasm and wish to bolster our ranks to be a part of our filthy (but very sexy) party.