In a time when dinosaurs walked the earth, imports grew on trees, bots ran rampant over the battlenet and
had hair, a foolish young man embarked on a quest that would yield nothing but sorrow and frustration.
Now, dinosaurs have turned into coal (or birds, but that’s not the point here, carry on), a single import can be worth a kidney (or both), bots run rampant over the battlenet, and the already-not-so-young man evidently hasn’t learned shit.
So, in another display of masochism, I hereby present to you my two excuses for characters (again).
- From the cold land of Skyrim, the former leader of the Inner Cloister Expeditionary Force, whom you may or may not recognize from
a certain Tag Team Tournament, the Last Dragonborn,
Ludovico
- Also from Skyrim, Ludovico’s possibly less mindful but clearly more hipster younger brother, whom you surely (hopefully?) won't recognize from his previous foray into this very same ladder many moons ago (remember all that sorrow and frustration? - welp),
Enzito
(now the few of you who actually bother reading this shit may come to wonder how come the younger brother isn’t the Last Dragonborn – well no fucking clue, the lore of The Elder Scrolls is complicated as it is, and I don’t get paid enough to find out)
Too much tldr? I got you as well.
pgga/Ludovico/conc
pgga/Enzito/conc
Once all the immigration paperwork gets cleared, challenges will start to be issued, and maybe there shall be some entertainment – for a week or two.
Esteemed gentlemen in this here
Most
Honorable
Venue, good afternoon.