Three lvl 26 breast plates were given to the Softcore pussies; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the tomb pkers, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine lvl 26 breast plates were gifted to the race of hardcore pk nerds, who above all else desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another lvl 26 breast plate was made. In the land of norm baal run "i tele baal-01", in the fires of wave 3 trash, the Dark Lord Dyermaker forged in secret a master lvl 26 breast plate, to control all others. And into this lvl 26 breast plate he poured his cruelty, his malice runeword and his will to dominate all +life. "One lvl 26 breast plate to rule them all." One by one, the Free Lands of Blood Moor fell to the power of the lvl 26 breast plate. But there were some who resisted. A Last Alliance of noobs and returning players marched against the armies of Dyermaker and on the slopes of Act 2 by stash, they fought for the freedom of using dupe jewels. Victory was near. But the power of the lvl 26 breast plate could not be undone.
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