To battle.net,
You will be missed. You will not be forgotten. We spent many moonless nights together, holding and comforting each other till the wee hours of dawn. The sacrifices I made, from skipping meals to wearing wore out jeans that should have been donated years ago so that my rag tag, duck tape machine could be upgraded. Allowing us to enjoy each others company that much more. We shed tears, weep liquid sadness as our well constructed bases and veteran armies became burnt ashes on the battered battlefields. Yet we march again and again, in hopes this time it would be different, this time we will be the victors.
Some may call you classic battle.net, but you will always be battle.net to me.


