One day, a man with good intentions attempted to organize a 3v3 Europe League. He asked his compatriots to join. They all want to play, just not his way.
One by one, each person says, "based on my EXPERIENCES, I KNOW that my OPINION is correct and your opinion is only opinion. 3v3 Europe cannot be played and organized that way. It must be this way..." Each person then explains what is wrong about the good-intentioned man's plan and what is right about his own.
Next, Authoritative Opinion-Maker emerges from the fog of war to remind the inhabitants of Warlightland that his OPINIONS are indeed most correct. The poor peasants, young, and frail of Warlightland are at first skeptical. "What does Authoritative Opinion-Maker know that I know not?" they murmur in disbelief.
"Behold," says Authoritative Opinion-Maker, "my opinions are truest! For I am a prophet! I have spoken to the Burning Bush!" The poor peasants, young, and frail of Warlightland listen to the self-made judge of Warlightland. "Have you so soon forgotten our Holy Trinity? Szeweningen, myhandisonfire, and Gnuffone -- blessed be His name!"
As Authoritative Opinion-Maker evokes the spirits of the past as evidence of his divine knowledge, a calm hush envelops Warlightland. The peasants return to their huts at the bottom of the ladders. The young and frail return to the suburb of Diplo. And the Holy Trinity of Szeweningen, myhandisonfire, and Gnuffone -- blessed be His name! -- continue to believe they are in fact the ESSENCE 氣 of 3v3 Europe.
Then, as if in a dream, a bolt of lightning clashes and a bush burns. Behold, one of the Holy Trinity -- blessed be His name! -- deigns to appear. Be it Szeweningen, myhandisonfire, or Gnuffone -- blessed be His name! -- matters not! All is one and one is all!
One by one, the inhabitants of Warlightland return, to bear witness. When Warlightland has assembled, He speaks, "I bring to thee the Covenant of 3v3 Europe! Here is my TEMPLATE!" The inhabitants of Warlightland rush to save the Sacred Link to The Template. He continues, "Dear followers, I will reveal to you my LAWS. If you follow The Laws, you will be able to organize a 3v3 Europe League. But if you refuse my LAWS, the 12 tribes of Warlightland will be forever scattered across the five seas and you will speak in many tongues, unable to communicate and understand each other. But fear not! Listen to my PODCAST! Here is The Link! Follow The Link. Listen to The Word. If you obey my LAWS, the Promised Land will be yours!"
The Heavens burst with rains. The bush stops burning. He disappears as if He never appeared at all.
As all return home with the collective memory of 3v3 Europe's Golden Age in their hearts, the inhabitants of Warlightland forget all about the effort to organize a league to play 3v3 Europe. The echoes of the initial clarion call fade away. And the inhabitants of Warlightland return to their Fizzerian toils of coins, ladders, and clan organizing.
All this time, the wise, old magi of Warlightland remain quiet, for they know the truth.
If the Creator does not make it, there will never be a successful 3v3 Europe ladder.
Edited 8/22/2015 06:02:45