Hey Folks, It's me. . .Not Zantai! It seems that sometime over the weekend, our very own esteemed Zantai has vanished into the night, leaving us to fend for ourselves like a pack of feral wolves. Perhaps it was the crushing weight of tweaking countless item stats that finally drove him mad. Or maybe he made peace with his inner demons and joined a group of wandering ascetics to help bring comfort and healing to this wounded land. Or who knows, maybe he's just off visiting family - really anything is possible at this point.
At any rate, before his departure, he left us a cryptic note scrawled in what appears to be goat's blood or pasta sauce and possibly some zucchini seeds. After extensive analysis and backbreaking labor, our team of cryptographers have managed to decipher his parting message. In the nature of transparency, we thought it was best to share it with the GD community. Please excuse the legibility and clarity of the message; though we think we have it correctly translated, it's nature and meaning still remains shrouded in mystery. So, without further ado, here is the message in it's entirety - make of it what you will.