Guild Leader of Blue Moon for 1 year in 2015-2016: helped settle on official guild beer or choice:
“ Over time as guild members started to notice that the entire membership was falling over drunk at the end of any guild meeting a surprisingly good idea was hatched. Instead of paying gold for poor quality spirits we should have our own. So after many trials and errors, and a few members sent to the hospital for “mild poisoning”, an official guild beer was created and named Blue Moon in honor of our guild. Most members seem to enjoy it best with oranges but some don’t which is ok (those members are not right in the head anyways so we cut them some slack).”
Guild Leader of Knights who Say Ni for 1.5 year
Guild Leader of Harvest Moon for one term…
12+ years : started during 3rd week of launch
Expand on those and other points
My story is a simple one when I think back on it. Seemingly simple acts can trigger giant swings. I once led a small quiet guild and helped it define its own beer even creating our own to save gold. After one particularly raucous guild meeting in which way too much beer was drunk I passed out somewhere around marker 363 for a period of time. When I came too it had been more than 30 days of blurred time and I was no longer a member of my guild, let alone leader and nothing would change that. It was years flushed away like the morning relief and I snapped. I decided to live up to my name and be a Harbinger that people feared. Towns would cower in fear from just the whisper of my name. Admins would not be safe when encountered on the road and the nebulous “idea box” would be burned to the ground unless change was made. My sole purpose became to drive the War movement to the brink and kick it over the edge while it was screaming on the way down. I’ve accomplished all my goals and my final twist of the knife was to carve a giant middle finger into the ground at the entrance and exit of every town. No one would be able to deny my vengeance with such diabolical plans.