As I read through each paragraph I pictured young Svpernova back in The Burning Crusade, in all of his mis-matched gear, both disappointed with the state of Bear tanking at the time, as well as his less-than-stellar skills in PvP. In search of answers, he stumbled upon a new playstyle—one of which he, himself, could not have envisioned.

Like a child on Christmas morning, he rushed out to buy several additional copies of the game to begin his multiboxing journey. A journey which would not only allow him to experience new levels of frustration unknown to many, but would push him beyond a state of enjoyment and satisfaction that he had never before felt.

However, as I read through the story, I became more and more angry with each passing sentence. My fist began to clinch harder, and harder as I transitioned between each paragraph, to the point where it began to shake. I was wondering if I was going to see my own name in Svpernova's recollection of his beginning, and I was almost through the entire story without a mention of little ol' MiRai.

And then there it was... in the final paragraph. I instantly let out a sigh of relief, released my enraged grasp, and nodded my head in acknowledgment—there I was.

However, I'm still wondering why Gurb didn't get any love. IT IS MY DUTY TO LET HIM KNOW THAT HE HAS NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN!