Short poem about the Mire Waystone - kinda sorta.

Inevitability has led me here again. An illusion of choice.

Every path I drag my weary magic through, brings me back to this woven fortress of trepidation.

My mind; perturbed. My hands; apathetic. My eyes; unable to filter this unending sea of unserviceable nothings. My heart; begs for the end.

“This is not the way” I repeat to myself, once again.

Only a place like this could be so well illuminated – irradiated and yet, hope be so dim.

The corruption that plagued this place was never really of significance and despite my expedition to breach this ritual, I find myself in a simulacrum – where every area I have discovered is nothing more than a mirror of the last.
And yes, while my displeasure for this god-forsaken swamp is unmistakable, one simple fact should never be lost in translation:

GGG has yet to give console a motherf*ckin loot filter because their too busy being big stinky doo-doo heads. I hope their shoelaces continually come untied and their socks keep slowly sinking off the back of their heels. May every sneeze they attempt, be cut short right at the point of climax – only to be once again greeted by the sensation of needing to sneeze. Thanks for dropping a game during the holidays so that you could all collectively go scurry back to your respective homes and commence twelve days of finger pop’n. I bet you all got Shake Weights from Santa; just what you asked for.

I am of course being facetious and sincerely wishing you all great shoelaces and fulfilling sneezes. Just please add some kind of loot filter. Oh, and get rid of the Mire map; it sucks and serves as a mild inconvenience for myself. But yeah, loot filters. Do that for sure.