Just dropped in to say the Doom of Illuvatar is cast upon this abomination of a "game".
You held out the industrial product of pure evil as the final source of avarice, and in greed like covetous orcs you groveled before the throne of Melkor, in the vain glorious hope you could come into possession of the atavistic symbol of defiance against the will of God.
Cursed are you. Cursed before men and elves. The Doom of the creator now laid upon you. For your avarice, greed and malice. Let this crowning achievement, this mockery of creation and "value" be not your triumphal March but your funeral dirge. For the light of creation has forsaken your corruption in the face of God's wrath.
May the the very earth rise against your walls and the waters consume your home, Wizards of the Coast.
May this prayer echo from the the highest eyries of the eagles, to the very depths of halls of Mandos. This doom I now proclaim. You destroyers who call yourselves creators. Your gold is ash and the product of your thought smoke. So it shall be as Illuvatar wills and both will slip through your grasping hands, beyond your ability to seize.
Know then at that moment that there is only One God in Arda, and he is Illuvatar. And he suffers not the mockery of his creation.