I remember when I was a dungeon rogue. Hunting in Destard, you running up on me, me trying desperately to stealth away with you saying "I smell you......I smell you......." You and clan found me in Ilsh as well. When I escaped, I was always SO happy and proud, feeling I had accomplished something. Done something worth note, if only by me. I never see you any more. You, or your group. I am lonely. WHERE ARE THE UNDEAD?!?! Where are the pk's?!?! If wyrm is gone (I do believe he will be back lol. Just you wait and see- mark my wyrds), and VMP is defunct. then start your own following. Something to make us hide from. I am sad that no one believes in unicorns, elves, fairie, or dragons. The world, with depression, swine flu, serial killers, nucleur threats, Somali pirates, recession and billion dollar scam artists that get off scot free, is horrible. Shouldn't we be allowed some air of mystery, of the unknown, of the dark threat that comes at night? Of the Boogie man (or, in your case, the Boogie woman?)? There should be some mystery in the world. Something greater, something lesser, something unknown. Perhaps....something to be respected and feared as well. Come back, get active, and make going out of the house a risky thing. Please.