Today I'm going to tell you our saga, about a group of over a hundred people who thought they could live without each other. Some quit the game, others sought new fields with green grass, new loves, new experiences, new friends.
And about a poor little puppy ...
The disband
As we entered the veterans' phase, the logic of the game changed. We were used to winning dominantly, and to maintain this pace we needed titan raid leaders with massive stats. At least that's what we thought.
Since this type of player is rare in the game, and with matchups against extremely strong teams and raid leaders, we struggled in some Governor Wars.
And so we faced a diaspora. Some players had to leave the game for personal reasons, others sought new factions, new experiences, new paths.
The poor little puppy
The Union became worn down and fragmented. And with that, our poor little puppy was abandoned and had to wander with a few loyal friends to keep the team's spirit alive and the flame burning.
