April Scrapbook Winner!

This month had a very special entry that won our hearts and our minds. Vix shared a rough experience with us in a poem, titled: 

“Ascension of the Unscripted”

We marched on Professor Putricide with courage high,
Through Icecrown Citadel beneath a frozen sky.
My bots stood firm, my trusty crew—
(Though half had no idea what to do).

The plague did spread, the ooze took form,
The room descended into storm.
“Control the abom!” the whispers cried—
My bots just blinked… then slowly died.

No progress made, no victory cheer,
No The Lich King to face this year.
Defeated not by blade or might—
But by scripting… not quite right.

Back to Dalaran we limped in shame,
Our dreams in tatters, our pride aflame.
But something strange then caught my eye—
My fallen team began to… fly?

No mounts, no spells, no angel’s call,
Just parachutes deployed for all.
They hovered there, serene, aloof—
As if bugs themselves were living proof.

No LK slain, no loot to claim,
Yet still they rose… devoid of shame.
For though their scripts had led them astray—
They drifted on… anyway.

A big thank you to all of you players from us at the Yggdrasil Staff for helping us improve the game experience - and bearing with us while doing so.
To join the scrapbook community, go to our Discord #scrapbook channel and submit your entry.

— The Yggdrasil Staff