I had a beautiful city. Everyone was happy. I was in a fellowship, my neighbors were active players and good friends. I got pretty high up in the rankings too. Then (voice stutters) I got greedy. I entered a new world, and from there I had a city in every world. then one day I log on(I had been gone for a while due to my brother graduating pilot training for the air force)
(switch to broken clown voice) All my worlds were gone. MY kingdoms turned to ash through my foolish pride. then hope dawned anew. One city had been spared. One city had survived the carnage, the utter destruction. It was in a place called Elcysandir. I now watch over this city with a loving care only a broken clown could have(I think that's a good thing)
The lesson is kids:Sometimes inactive players are like the young me. Unbroken clowns who think they can be gods in all the worlds, but don't you fret your heads about it. Time breaks every clown.