Dear Blizzard,
My blade has sundered legions, my warcries have rallied the mightiest heroes, and my rampage has cracked the very bones of Azeroth. In the name of honor, combat, and unyielding valor, I stand before you, a warrior forged in the fires of battle, and I roar:
Do not shackle our might with target caps!
For years, I have charged headlong into the fray, my Whirlwind carving through hordes like a tempest of steel, my Thunderous Roar shaking the heavens. My enemies fall not by the mercy of numbers, but by the raw, unrelenting force of my rage. To impose target caps is to cage a storm, to dull a blade honed for glory. You would bind a warrior’s soul—our sacred fury—and I cannot abide this.
With respect, I kneel as a champion of Azeroth, but my heart burns with defiance. Hear my words!
The warrior thrives in the chaos of war, cleaving through all who dare stand against us. Our blades sing in the melee, our rage a furnace that fuels our might. Let us burn brighter! When I strike, my enemies bleed—and those bleeds should never fade while my fury endures. When I am wounded, my rage only grows, a crimson tide that surges within. When that rage consumes me, I turn RED, a blind fury unbound by chains, unshackled by crowd control. No force should contain me—let me SEND IT!
My foes must know: to strike me is to invite ruin. Each blow against me sharpens my steel, quickens my strikes, and fuels my rampage. Let them tremble before a warrior’s wrath, unbroken and unstoppable.
Ion, Blizzard, you who forge the fate of Azeroth, I honor your craft. Your raids and dungeons have tempered me into the champion I am. But I implore you—nay, I demand as a warrior of valor—shatter these target caps! Let us charge into battle unbowed, unbroken, and unchained. Restore our legacy. Let our blades sing, our roars deafen, and our rampage know no bounds.
With respect forged in fire and a heart ablaze with anger,
A Rampaging Warrior of Azeroth