The story so far...
I found DarkScape. I kept getting PKed, a player gave me 100K and full rune in sympathy. They killed you straight after the trade and you lost it, it didn't matter how much you complained in the forums, you never got your items back. Someone outside the forum was kind enough to help; the one that helped you came with whole clan five seconds later and bashed you worse than the first time. Another clan saw them coming and defended you, the saviour clan outnumbered the enemies, the other clan managed to escape! A huge boulder fell from the sky crushing all clan members. They all had shields on and smashed the boulder in to a million pieces, there shields were made of cheap plastic, so yeah - they are all dead! Someone in the clan knew of a magical spell that could bring them all back to life again; they all contracted the flu! They got better relatively quickly so they could resume fighting, they were overwhelmed by the opposing forces, the forces suck at pking. Chippies and chocolate arrived, so everyone stopped what they were doing to eat! The chippies and chocolate was just a diversion setup by a third opposing army, the third opposing army gave up and joined in the feast; the feast was in fact a code word for all-out war, and so the fight continued. It was a board game played by a family of four! The board suddenly came to life, the board couldn't move, because... well... it's a board. The pieces on the board had a mind of their own and therefore moved! The board died and the pieces lived on... The Wizard of Board Games was on vacation and couldn't revive the board, someone else who was a wizard could, but he was more into shady online chatrooms. He had a chat avatar and couldn't see who he was chatting too. They knew a lot more about him than one would desire, so he gave them a forget potion and they forgot everything they knew about the person.