[Paladins] We're Going Down With The Ship

Published on 15 November 2025 at 16:37

Let the grand record of the Holian Society state: we told you so.

We were here when this "free-to-play Overwatch clone" launched. We were here when it proved it was a thousand times more creative, with a card system that let you customize every champion into an unrecognizable, overpowered (or underpowered) monster. It was chaotic, unbalanced, and magnificent. You could make a healer into a sniper. You could make a tank into a track-star. It was art.

And now, it is dying.

The company has fled, the updates have ceased, and the servers are being held together with tape and the sheer, spiteful willpower of the 1,500 people still playing. We are the faithful. We are the ones who remember what "C-tier" really meant. We are the ones still willing to wait in a 15-minute queue just to remind ourselves what a real hero shooter felt like.

It's sad. It's pathetic. It's a monumental waste of a brilliant game. The Society fully recommends you download this piece of history, so you can see what true, janky, bug-ridden perfection looked like before it's gone forever.


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