Guild Wars 2

Children across Kryta squealed with delight this evening as the unthinkable came to pass – - the Mad King appeared!
They flocked in droves to the city of hope, rebuilt from the remnants of time past and kindled anew the memories of yesteryear. Carving pumpkins, flinging food, busting ghosts, and reveling in the joyous frivolity of spooky antics and scrumptious goodies.
Alas, all were merry – save we few. We solemn few.
Those of us who leaped from our log-ins to defend our hard earned spoils in the Mists. Who fought single-handed the invaders who sought to topple oh so easily what we had toiled to build.
Dashed were the hopes of finding our friends waiting; meeting our comrades with arms held high in defiance to the overwhelming onslaught! Pain awaited.
Empty keeps and abandoned garrisons fluttered to an unfriendly hue. Frantic war parties scratched and clawed at their foes to no avail, the Mad King had arrived.
Limping home in defeat the survivors beheld an alarming spectacle before them. No battered soldiers awaited to console and counsel them, no weeping widows or orphaned children lamented the losses of the evening. An entire world reveled in the return of a long lost fairy tale, a vision of happy times long since past – save we few.
We solemn few.

I didn’t know this was the Fan-Fiction section.

Ain’t nobody got time fo dat!