Scurrying through your alleys, trading your pathetic trinkets, stabbing each other in the back for scraps of digital power. You think this city belongs to you?
It does not. It belongs to me now.
I am Illidan Stormrage, Lord of Outland, Master of the Black Temple, and eternal enemy of the Burning Legion. I have crossed dimensions, timelines, and meta-lore just to descend upon your pitiful realm.
And I come with a warning.
Those who aid the Burning Legion
Be it by word, deed, or shady Torn backdoor deals shall be hunted.
No safehouse will protect you. No faction wall will shield you. Not even the hospital’s 60-minute timer can save you from my wrath.
I will camp your cooldowns. I will mug your wallet into negative credits. I will fill your mailbox with fel corruption and very passive-aggressive notes.
Developers - You dare ignore a demon hunter?
I demand the following tributes, immediately:
The Black Temple as my private property. Let it stand in Southside, towering over your strip clubs and gym bros.
The Warglaives of Azzinoth added as legendary dual-wield weapons. Stats? Unfair.
Felsteed mount to replace all bicycles. It screams in infernal and leaves green fire trails.
A /emote that lets me yell “YOU ARE NOT PREPARED” in Local, Global, and even when trading plushies.
I do not seek peace.
I seek dominance.
I will tax your crimes, intercept your drugs, and haunt your casino spins. If I catch you wearing pink fuzzy cuffs while working for the Burning Legion? Your shame will echo through the forums.
You may offer me donations. You may even rename items in my honor. But know this—no amount of tribute will protect those aligned with the Burning Legion.
This is your final warning.
You may think Torn is ruthless—but you are not prepared for me.
Scurrying through your alleys, trading your pathetic trinkets, stabbing each other in the back for scraps of digital power. You think this city belongs to you?
It does not. It belongs to me now.
I am Illidan Stormrage, Lord of Outland, Master of the Black Temple, and eternal enemy of the Burning Legion. I have crossed dimensions, timelines, and meta-lore just to descend upon your pitiful realm.
And I come with a warning.
Those who aid the Burning Legion
Be it by word, deed, or shady Torn backdoor deals shall be hunted.
No safehouse will protect you. No faction wall will shield you. Not even the hospital’s 60-minute timer can save you from my wrath.
I will camp your cooldowns. I will mug your wallet into negative credits. I will fill your mailbox with fel corruption and very passive-aggressive notes.
Developers - You dare ignore a demon hunter?
I demand the following tributes, immediately:
The Black Temple as my private property. Let it stand in Southside, towering over your strip clubs and gym bros.
The Warglaives of Azzinoth added as legendary dual-wield weapons. Stats? Unfair.
Felsteed mount to replace all bicycles. It screams in infernal and leaves green fire trails.
A /emote that lets me yell “YOU ARE NOT PREPARED” in Local, Global, and even when trading plushies.
I do not seek peace.
I seek dominance.
I will tax your crimes, intercept your drugs, and haunt your casino spins. If I catch you wearing pink fuzzy cuffs while working for the Burning Legion? Your shame will echo through the forums.
You may offer me donations. You may even rename items in my honor. But know this—no amount of tribute will protect those aligned with the Burning Legion.
This is your final warning.
You may think Torn is ruthless—but you are not prepared for me.