![]() ![]() Milligan drew his Daredevil Flareguns, put on his Space Marauder Jacket and Pants, laid his Sorcerer Shoulder Pads on his shoulders, and put his Sorcerer Hat on his head. Over the head of one of the Stromlings was the name of their Guildmate. Milligan saw what Hurricane was talking about. He quickly Teamed Hurricane, to see where he was, and came rushing to the race place, where Hurricane was facing off against a legion of regular Stromlings. There was no response from the Guildmate, but after a moment, Hurricane said, "I see him! But he's a Stromling!" They kept fighting, but, one of them eventually smashed.Īfter a minute without seeing the Guildmate, Milligan asked in the Guild Chat where they were. But suddenly, Maelstrom was coming in Nimbus Station in never before seen quantities. They had been partying, telling jokes, smashing Maelstrom, and just having a good time. Milligan had been on one of the new Guild Features Shival had released, with all of his friends who were on. The response was simple and startling clear. Who had spawned the Maelstrom? Why weren't Players rebuilding? He sent a message to one of the other Mythrans, asking what was going on. Maybe so much lag because of the thousands here? He doubted it. Of course, being a Mythran, he couldn't be harmed. Players who were being smashed weren't coming back. The Players of Lego Universe fought valiantly, smashing Maelstrom left and right. He smiled, knowing another Mythran must have been thinking exactly the same thing as him. Some Maelstrom were already being spawned. He started to type in the Macros, but then stopped. So, he decided to send in some Maelstrom. He decided it was getting too quiet (After all, his Chat System was now showing messages that had been said almost five seconds ago). He was sad that it had to end, but knew it was inevitable. And they had a plan, to make sure that the Players and the Lego Company would pay for their decision. Some who resented the fact that they would soon be unemployed. ![]() Which, in fact, was true.īut there were still some other Mythrans around. Shival had already sent many waves of Maelstrom, given away dozens of formerly Mythran-Only Items and features, and been using Macros like there was no tomorrow. People were finishing up a few final missions, before their characters would be lost forever. Despite the time of night, many were still on. New players were still begging, even in the twilight of Lego Universe. Thousands were gathered in Nimbus Station. And hour from then, the servers would be shutting down for the last time. ![]()
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