Sourtongue

After posting about this last night, I made the decision to completely uninstall Ark. It sucks, I'll miss my totally rad bases and dinos and I actually feel the pain of loss right now. All that time building and taking pride in surviving and cooperating with my fellows. But WildCard telling us about their "sunset" of doom totally effing ruined it for me. Why TF would I even want to play another minute on servers that are going to be shut down? No thanks. Since my original post last night I've erased Ark and got back onto Blizzard. I played World of Warcraft for 16 years STRAIGHT and my account/characters/progress have never been messed with, it's all still intact. That's one thing that Blizzard has over WildCard, they don't mess with years of progress, regardless of upgraded technologies and revamped gameplay. Even my original Overwatch characters and achievements are available in the new Overwatch2. I'm super pissed at you, WildCard. Thanks to your little news brief yesterday I quit everything Ark. You sucked the joy out of any gameplay moving forward. And this is where I leave you.

WildCard. Peruse these pages of comments created in just the past few hours. The general consensus is that you may have made a huge mistake with your decision to sunset Ark SE servers with your next revamp. And charging these players, who've been so dedicated and so loyal, to start from scratch with maps they already had....tsk tsk tsk. Now THAT'S an expensive trick. 90 hard earned smackeroons in ransom to get their scramble back on. A word comes to mind....well...a few come to mind, but for the sake of tender eyes I'll proffer one. Time. Time, my sisters and brothers and all in between and beyond. The time we've all spent exploring and building and befriending. The time we spent staking our claims, the loss and gains. The small victories and the larger pains. All that time spent. And for what? For a last, glittering orange sunset. I beseech you...nay I implore you Wildcard...have mercy on those who quite literally gave you hundreds upon hundreds of hours of their very lives to you. Our time on earth is but a short burst. A fart in the wind. And we gave so much of it to you. Skipped dinners and our children's soccer games, all put aside for the love of your creation. Our children are adults now....grown from eggs to maturity seemingly in an instant. Because we were with you. To lay these hourglasses of ours, etched with the sincerity of each keystroke, glazed with blood and tears, tempered in our sweat and hardened with the bellows of a million laughs and screams alike, to lay these unto the guillotine would be such a bittersweet end. An end which doesn't justify the means. For godsake have you even SEEN my adobe castle in the Southend desert of Lost Island? Have you witnessed my pack of killer dodos taking on a rabid Terrorbird?? Please reconsider, oh best beloved WildCard administrators...please. Our time should not be for naught.