In the beginning, there was darkness. There was no sky or ground, no sun or moon. Everything was nothing and nothing was everything. This was the absolute truth until MasterKnives, teaming up with his buddy Phrixos, said, "Let there be Light!" and thus Exiled Gaming was born. Of course back then we weren't even known as Exiled Gaming. Back in the golden ages of the server, we had no name, only a mission: to build a shitty wooden house and a pool in the backyard. And so with the power invested in me and 12 hours later, it was done. We looked around the valley we had started to build in and knew it was home.
The Valley was unlike anything ever seen before. It was a place of happiness and sorrow, laughter and tears. Long periods of time were spent to build a fortress atop the mountain the valley occupied. The Valley was a great place, unlike anything that could ever be imagined. But the two Gods who created the valley grew sad; Phrixos turned to his Lord MasterKnives and said
"What is the point of such enjoyment if there is nobody else to experience it?"
MasterKnives pondered this question long and hard, and then with a wave of his arm the server's firewall was configured to allow other connections. And thus a third joined the fray.
It wouldn't be long before other people got interested in our new activity, and soon a new colleague would join our game. His name was NordicBlue; he was Dutch and he knew how to host a server. He would later offer to Phrix and MasterKnives to take the server to a professional host, and with more resources and some heavy configuring our server was officially born. We would hence forth be known as "The Exiled".
Lo and behold unto the world, the server was finally born. The flood gates were opened and players began to join. People would stare in amazement at the sprawling city and castle built by MasterKnives and Phrixos. But unfortunately the deadly plague known as Dragon Age Origins would consume the soul of one of the holy founders. He would since then evaporate into nothing and would never be seen again. Phrixos was no more.
The skies would darken, but it would go unnoticed, as a new potential third party simply offered to host our outstanding server; a true dream come true, some would say, perhaps a dream too easily obtained. For a price for such gift would not come cheaply. As a matter of fact, it would not come for some time. On our new hardware we grew, we made more friends, and the server started by two began to turn into a community.
Our community was growing, and we were getting larger, but we craved more exposure. A new administrator Michael_Lee was born, who knelt before the great MasterKnives.
"What is they bidding my master?"
Knives looked at him and said,
"Bring me more members!"
Michael_Lee would have to drastically lower his standards to bring in the kind of volume MasterKnives was asking him to bring. He would have to go down to fiery pits of hell itself to conjure up the awful amount of evil it would take to fill the server to capacity, but the task was done. A video done by a 13 year old on YouTube would forever scar the server, flooding it to capacity with incompetent five year olds. The number of bans was so immense that God himself would have to use a calculator. The damage was done.
Despite the damage, the server was a success. With the garbage filtered out, a large community was formed, one that was content, one that was happy, all except for one person. In his shroud of dishonesty and lies, the server host began to formulate a plan to overthrow the ORIGINAL CREATORS OF THE SERVER. In his lust for power, his greed, and his ignorance, he decided to attempt to rally support for his DISHONEST CAUSE by going around MasterKnives' back. This is something Knives did not foresee as he had ABSOLUTE TRUST in him. Able to rally only one insignificant staff member and some banned trash to his cause, he had a plan, a plan that could only be stopped by one thing.
Fortunately, LOYALTY allowed word of the coup to trickle back to MasterKnives. The nights were long during the planning of this strategic defense of his long beloved server. Thanks to his trusty sidekick Michael_Lee, the two were able to quickly form a plan to fight his THREE MONTH LONG PLAN TO OVERTHROW THE SERVER. The plan was known as Operation Valkyrie. That night, Colonel Knives Von Staffenburg and General Michael Lee Friedrich Olbricht launched an operation to preserve as much of the player base that they had tirelessly worked for. Needless to say, it was a success. The traitors were executed July 14, 2011, and ALL STAFF BUT THE TWO PEOPLE WHO PLOTTED AGAINST MASTERKNIVES CAME OVER TO THE NEW SERVER, along with MOST OF THE WORTHWHILE PLAYER BASE. With help from GOOD people and great TRUSTWORTHY friends, along with the return of Aydia and Parkingspot, we would persevere. None of this would have been possible without the help I got that week. None of it possible. It's not my victory, its our victory.
With the success of Operation Valkyrie and with the server staff back together, friends and colleagues formed a conscious effort to start anew. Our new Server Manager Michael_Lee and the fine LOYAL staff at Exiled Gaming worked tirelessly to create a world for all of our LOYAL players to enjoy, one free of BACKSTABBERY and LIES. The future looked bright and as the sun set on the horizon, we looked forward to a brighter tomorrow without all the GARBAGE that once infested our good server.
While the server striven to move forward, the GARBAGE that was flushed out of the server recuperated from their failed attempt to overtake the server. They had suffered heavy losses and now wanted revenge. The one who had masterminded the failed plan attempted a poorly planned attack on the server. Sending out a probe to the server, he discovered a small security breach and attempted to cause harm to our beloved server. But again, his plan was countered and he was wiped from the server by the vigilant Michael_Lee, who discovered the attack within minutes of its initiation. With peace restored, the server and its LOYAL community now moved on.
