"Why should anyone fear the Sages? They're worthless fucking broken symbols if you ask me. Come at me bitch!"
It's funny to see runners making a comeback on the blogs. For a little while there it was almost like they had all gone extinct. And just as odd a phenomenon as the sudden emergence of runners, we also have a sudden decline in proxy activity.
It leaves these new runners in an bad place. They've no semblance of leadership to guide them and no marker of hope to feed them lies about how it's all gonna turn out alright. To convince them that there is hope and that there is a chance everyone can make it out of this okay.
But then, something caught my eye. Suddenly, there was a beacon of light in the distance. Could it be... a new hope?
I found myself curious and I couldn't help myself, so I chased that sliver of light and clenched my fist tight ready for a worthy fight to find... this.
This Baby Feral Rake Sage-ish... thing... calling itself 'Med' of all things. Truly an inspired name, truly.
THIS, is apparently the new Sage. THIS, is supposed to be the beacon for a new wave of hope and thoughtless optimism.
Hahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh god, that's good.
You're all fucked.
The Lord Guardian Fracture