They had spent weeks scouting this specific server. It promised "No Wipe" and "Retail Rates," a rarity in a sea of servers that vanished after a month. They wanted the grind. They wanted the struggle of hunting in the Valley of Saints for hours just to craft a single piece of Majestic armor.
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He logged in. The starting area of Talking Island was a chaotic swarm of elven mages and human fighters, all dressed in rags, hitting the same few gremlins. The chat box was a scrolling blur of "LF Party" and "WTB Bone Arrows." They had spent weeks scouting this specific server