Today, 14 years later, it has reached the end of the road. We had half of 3 good run, and we want to sincerely thank all of you for reading and joining in discussions with us. Something far more insidious than the Ceph and CELL lurks in the post-apocalyptic battleground of New York City.
There’s only one thing for Prophet to do: wipe them all out and take the city back. One that implies that something is just out of reach, and is aggravating us to no end? You know things are bad when you start to sympathize with hellspawn. At first I acknowledged my in-game avatar, demon lord of the depths Baal-Abaddon, only with the intended smirks and half-laughs warranted by his dialog. But in time I came to feel a kinship with him as we braved Impire’s clumsy micromanagement in search of hard-won glory. Tedious,” he’d exclaim, and I’d find myself mouthing the words along with him.