A post-apocalyptic wasteland, graal was once an illustrious world populated by people sitting around complaining and de facto noobs alike. The people who ran graal have subsequently all died, and graal is now sustained by its remaining players. Concentrated in rubbish new-age playerworlds attempting to mimc World of Warcraft, none of graals remaining players had been e-born in the start level, and subsequently joined a graal noob guild pre-2007. Graalians remain oblivious to their rich past due to graal classic being messed around with too many times, and also because they are more interested in trying to buy things via Mass
PMs, an idiosyncratic phenomenon restricted to modernist-fail servers. Graal is run from an abandoned building with boarded up
windows somewhere in France. At the topmost floor of this building, in a scarce, derelict room is the graal server, a large
computer from the late 1990s plugged into a
cracked paint-chipped
wall. without the global staff the
computer has fallen into insanity, creating accounts with names like graal83754 and hosting crap playerworlds. Next to the
computer is the skeleton of once notorious manager Unixmad, sat in an old wooden chair and still in a
moth-eaten sleezy suit and a pair of
dust-covered dior shoes. On unixmads desk the aftermath of an uneaten chocolate croissant slowly grows. This mouldy croissant is destined to one day consume the server and graal will be no more, the remaining players will be disconnected forever and never get their money back. It is only a matter of
time.
Person 1: Dude, lets play graal!
Person 2: No way, count me out, graal. . .
man that's some dark
stuff.
Person A: I'm a level 80 mage on WoW
Person B: You've never played graal so you're a noob.
Douchebag: you haven't played since 1998 so you're a noob.
Graalian: Graal Online is the only game where pking requires any skill
Non-Graalian: THIS IS 2D I HATE IT
Curmudgeon: Graal was so much better back in the day. . .
