Defeats and cry’s of huge struggle are among the players of Guild Wars 2, but none are as tragic as the tale of Anvil Rock.
We who embarked with healthy-numbered, enthusiastic Guilds were hit match upon match by swamping defeats of green. Orbs of Power jimmied from our hands like mere pebbles. A disheartening sense not only of discontent but of guilt set in, for in order to vanquish her enemies Anvil Rock required greater skill, larger numbers, and a determination that was no where to be found… Yet.
It seems an easier ‘vent’ to blame ones brother then to even heed the notion of self reflection, and the players quarreled among themselves without first stepping back and seeing the greater vision. One by one, the players realised they were hitting a reinforced wall where a soothing meadow of fun ought to be… and the mighty guilds so full of potential, escaped to greener pastures. Who among us can blame them? As of yet balance has yet to be granted to the lands of the Ether and of my oppinion, it is subtle madness to deny reality.
All perceive flaws but few perceive the true nature of reality and that reality is suffering and love. We peoples of many boons are grand analyser’s and schemer’s yet seemingly all are plagued by disagreeance with suffering. I find it disheartening to watch the mass sheep mentality of ‘follow the strongest’, and remain unsuprised by the absoluteness of failure proclaimed by so many fellow. Arena Net have laid the brick work for a grand performance stage and you’ll never guess but you YES YOU, Traveller are the main supporting act! We are the creators. We are the warriors that will sing of our unrelent into the mire of failure. We are the Thomas Edisons who refuse to accept quitance even after a thousand blunders. Did you know that you grow stronger from experience? every new thought brings ever greatness to your one. Every defeat and every social alarm leaves in its mocking dust a humbleness that can only be found at the very bottom of the heap. The pressure of failure creates DIAMONDS out of humans that have the courage to get back up.
This is the mentality of an Anvil Rock.
Our soldiers congratulate each other in defeat. We praise ourselves merely for having the extrordinary boldness to hold back the thousands that stand in our way, the Tsunami of zerglings where no hope can be found. Every day we observe we adapt we fight to the last. Our masses have listened to the call and manned the death carts. Guilds such as SOS, CRFT, WILD and surely many other names I have not taken the time to find out. This message is a call to arms for all Anvil Rocks and also a plea to the Guilds that have left: Anvil Rock is not yet lost. even in our disarray we achieve second place two matches in a row! Stopping the likes of Sorrows Furnace in their tracks for 4 hours at the Gates of Dread Bay. The air amongst Anvil Rock’s is one of stubborness, like the yaks that carry our precious materials needed to mount Defense. Without those slow but sure there would be no metagame to speak of.
Take heed of my words and despair. I Sunchild, invoke the power of the one and I hope you enjoyed my tale. :)
(edited by yungwizud.1827)
they are much missed.