The only joy in life I get is to be the one (as the most ominivorant precipitactical Guild leader) to officially welcome somebody into the guild I spend years toiling in the mud swamps of Acconort creating. Then months gathering zoogs in order to sell them in the black market to buy my first wagon. Only then could I move to Organsteel where the Isingorps stole my wheels and left me begging for pussy willows. Finally, after fighting my way to the center of the labyrinth and creating from scratch the Strolenati guild, somebody else just swoops in and steals my thunder. And what is rain without thunder you ask? Crying! And that is what I am doing right now....again.
So I will go review the requirements and do my thing and believe, just for a moment, that people care about my opinion.
I might be a few minutes, I read slower when I sulk.