NORRATH - In what can best referred to as a supernatural demensional time warp, HOOACers are finding themselves stuck in ancient Norrath, once again battling the rats, bats and spiders that plagued us so in times past.

 

The whole escapade began after Doc Brown infiltrated Libya in attempts to harness the power of the nucleus to power the invention that became the obsession of his life: The Flux Capicitor. Large amounts of plutonium were hiested.

 

But the theft came with a cost.

 

During a midnight test at an area shopping mall, Libyan assassins attacked Doc Brown and assembled HOOACers, who were attracted by the shiny shinyness of a stainless steel Delorean. In a minibus the Libyans charged the group armed with sub-machine guns and rocket launchers. Sadly, Doc Brown was hit by multiple rounds, screaming "GIRK!" as he his the pavement face down, soiling himself in blood and feces.

 

But, in times of crisis, the resilience of HOOACers shines. Like circus clowns, more and more hopped into Brown's Delorean and floored the pedal, their eye on the prize as they inched towards 88.8 mph on the sped-o-meter. There was a brief dispute over shotgun, settled with a /random 100 roll. And the we were off.

 

WOOOOOSH!!!!

 

Next thing we know, we're in the Nexus. WTF mate? There's this big ass gnome and terrible character models galore.

 

What was this place?

 

Gnomish Proving Grounds, according to what some random asshole said in server-wiide OOC chat. Not knowing what else to do, we began killing rats, orcs, bats, beetles. Things seemed normal, but faster. Maybe the time travel had an affect on our perspective of space time, but it seemed like we were growing from noobs to lvl 60 hardcore badasses much faster than it took the first time around.

 

One weekend later, many of us were already in our lvl 50s. Many of us decided to make multiple toons. Equipment was dropping at a faster rate, and our e-peens twitched nervously as we wondered if this was some sort of madman's nightmare joke. If it was, we weren't laughing.

 

Still, what about Doc Brown? If we can return to suburban earth in time, we may be able to warn him of the Libyans. And oh FUCK, why the hell is Biff here!? And why does my mom want to make out with me all the time? WTF is going on?

 

Ah fuck them, and fuck that fading picture of my sis and bro. They're a bunch of lazy pant sniffers. Burn in faded-Polaroid hell!

 

So, in triumph, we turned our backs on the "future." I don't care when lightning is striking that tower, I'll probably be drunk and farming pre-nerf DE masks in LGUK.

 

We're keeping the Delorean.