You have transgressed against your God and your fellow Man. You are hereby exiled back to POE1

You stand before me, Console Exile, accused of sins most grievous against the sanctity of Wraeclast’s next chapter, Path of Exile 2. Let me recount your transgressions.

You dared to traverse these sacred lands, unfiltered and unworthy. You stumbled blindly amidst a deluge of trash loot, your inventory choked with trinkets that even the Karui would cast into the sea. You wielded not wisdom but frustration, crying out for filters as though they were a divine blessing, rather than the barest of necessities.

Your second sin is one of hubris. You sought to wield the power of a next-generation experience on ancient consoles, their processing power as feeble as a whetstone on a fractured blade. You demanded frames where there could be none, fluidity where even the Eternal Empire faltered. You brought not only shame upon yourself but suffering upon your hardware, forcing it to render your folly in painful, stuttering detail.

And your final crime, the greatest of all: you raised your voice in defiance of the gods who crafted these lands. You dared to challenge Grinding Gear Games, accusing them of neglect, of performance issues, of denying you your rightful share of filters and optimizations. Such audacity cannot go unpunished.

Witch: "You, Witch, thought to summon a world of power beyond your console's reach. But your frame rate flickered as weakly as your torch in the dark."

Marauder: "Marauder, you brute! You sought glory in battle, yet your animations lumbered behind your strikes, a shadow of the warrior you once were."

Ranger: "Ranger, your arrows flew true, but they did so in slow motion, as if nature itself mocked your plight."

Shadow: "Shadow, you danced through the shadows, only for your console to stumble in the light, exposing your arrogance and fragility."

Duelist: "Duelist, your blade was sharp, your skill unmatched, but no parry could defend against the lag that struck you down."

Templar: "Templar, your divine fervor was unshaken, yet even the gods could not grant your console the power to render the heavens you sought to claim."

Scion: "And you, Scion. Chosen of all paths, yet exiled by the very limitations you sought to transcend. Perfection eluded you, as did stable performance."

For these crimes, I hereby exile you back to the barren shores of Path of Exile 1. There, you shall find stability, loot filters, and the comforting mediocrity of a realm you have already mastered. Let this be a lesson to you, Console Exile: greatness is not granted, it is earned. Should you one day return, bearing the tools of patience and a machine worthy of the task, perhaps the gates of Path of Exile 2 shall open once more.

But until then... may your frames be few, your filters absent, and your exile eternal.

The words echo as you are cast into a portal, the familiar login screen of POE1 greeting you with silent judgment.