Once upon a time I would stroll through Cyrodiil shooting lasers at passersby with reckless abandon. Radiant Oppression would have my opponents hate messaging me, tea bagging me, and creating 37 page threads on this very forum disparaging my breatheren and I as cancerous try hard cowards. For extra fun I'd equip Shatter Soul and Vicious Death to proc ... ahhh ... sorry ... did I say proc ... I meant skillfully cause a chain reaction of explosive deaths.
Sadly my kind are no longer raged on. We have gone from Cyrodiil public enemy number one to others receiving votes. We're basically the USC of Cyrodiil now. Sure we are shiny and fun but no one really gets all that worked up about beating on us. Not like the golden days of ... I dunno ... July?
Anyway, after spending much of tonight dodging consecutive fire ball procs mixed with that circular lava thing, and hurricanes filled with green balls of doom, I think I'm just gonna quietly go pick some flowers like that one little girl from season four of the Walking Dead.
Sigh ...