As told by Rilla to the IRC.

<Rilla> Anyway, it was months ago - the denizens of Guild were happy in their little world, playing their games.

<Rilla> No one knows exactly when it struck, but it wasn't a very happy Christmas for the Guildions - as they suddenly found themselves locked out of their world by a malevolent force; The Hosts, they called themselves.

<Rilla> The Guildions' King, King Mahz, and his lady, Queen Contra(band), were immediately informed. The Great King Mahz offered to pay the Hosts whatever they wanted, and negotiations went on and on.

<Rilla> The Denizens of Guild piled into a hidden recess that the Hosts could not touch, the International Recreational Center, where Mahz and Contra were hold up during the talks.

<Rilla> They were now the subjects of the fearful Bearded Giant of the IRC, Harsh, and his army of Operational Advisors. The Machete Wielding Gia, the Oversex Mushi, Garden Sutra Akami, and the Controller of Blorbs, Elly.

<Rilla> During this time, they had to learn to bite their tongue because the Admin King Harsh, and the Ops, were not forgiving as many had been led to think.

<Rilla> Many were struck down, and had to take refuge in the anarchy zone, F.B - Fictional Bibletown.

<Rilla> There they complained, and complained, and complained. But it was of no use - Queen Contra would not longer hear their cries for help.

<Rilla> So one day, it was decided to make a new land - once the terrible truth was discovered!

<Rilla> Mahz could not finish the negotiations! The Hosts destroyed the town and everything in it!

<Rilla> We watched as everything burned to the ground, our homes - our jobs - our hopes and dreams.

<Rilla> We built the Old Tower, a hotel-like place that lacked a non-segregated pool, and there we lived for the longest of times.

<Rilla> Our Great King, Mahz, heard our pleas, our cries and set about building a new place for us to live. Brick by brick. Section by Section!

<Rilla> Soon it was opened, and like Sweet Baby Young Adult Jesus, he led us to our new promised Land... Roleplayerguild.

<Rilla> We never forgot OldGuild, the place where many of us came together, as friends, as enemies, as lovers, as haters.

<Rilla> But now we call Roleplayerguild home, our home, a home that the Great King Mahz provided us... a home that we will never lose again.

Bravo, tis was a good little IRC story Rilla :)

Meh. I like my story better.

I am a proud member of the Old Guard. A lowly grunt perhaps but a proud one at that.

May the Guild never falter.
May it forever stand as a reminder.
We shall not be silenced.
We are the Realm of Dreams.

7.5/10

Would read again.

Let us not forget as King Mahz built up our newfound haven from the ground up. Ultra Jesus style carpenter. Puts the Great Wall of China builders to shame.

Long Live Sacred Gildeland!

This would make a weirdly entertaining roleplay... Chapter 15 would be the rise of the Smuttians.

Cayden Black said
This would make a weirdly entertaining roleplay... Chapter 15 would be the rise of the Smuttians.

An event that follows the tragic fall of Smut Police.

Fisk said
An event that follows the tragic fall of Smut Police.

Ah yes, the Fall of The Defenders of 1x1 to the Knights of Smutt. It would be a dark tale, where the last of the Police are outcast by their adversaries who had burnt their stronghold to the ground and seeks to understand how his kind failed only to be given a vision of Mahz and a great rebirth. This hope would be a topic, for when all other topics get locked...

Let us not forget the Great Betrayal of Adsense, when the Smuttians warded off the Mighty Empire of Google. A devastating defeat, that was.

You never mentioned the Return of the Fallen, when those who were struck down by the might of Mahz were forgiven and allowed into the Promised Land.

I left out a lot of things.

Perhaps a second story will come.

Without the smut.