Good evening,
Esteemed
Gentlemen.
My name is Pablo, I am Argentinian, am 43 years of age, play Diablo II once per decade, collect items I never seem to use, and like barbarians in the least homoerotic fashion possible.
In this here
Most
Honorable
Venue today, in my rank of Cardenal Generalísimo of the almost-forgotten guild
Inner Cloister, and together with my acolyte, high-school crush and Executive Officer,
,
whom you may or may not recognize from blockbusters such as
Eye Of The Beholder III,
Should I Remake My Fury? or
The Scammer Accusation Forum, we probably-not-too-humbly come to introduce our excuse for a team.
Without further ado,
-playing defense and meatshield, and probably complaining about the lag, the slightly overweight and awkwardly hairless Barbarian from the northern province of Skyrim, in his golden helmet and crystal-blue armor,
The Last Dragonborn,
, and
-playing offense, nailing some big hits and then choking instead of killing or doing well, an ideal Paul Walker to any Vin Diesel (hopefully sans the real-life ending or the hair loss, for now), the Paladin from the now-irremediably-defunct town of Tristram, in his not-girly-at-all diadem and crusader-like armor (not to mention a frankly excessive tan),
Mr. Ping Is A Myth,
,
combined, much like the creepy magic purple twins from the League of Justice from the 80s (not that modern Ben Affleck crap), they are the
CloisterCucks.
As per customary tacit agreement, Geneva Convention and such, the proper paperwork, with Her Majesty's Seal included, has been sent to your
Most
Honorable
Venue here via runner through no man's land, since all of our courier pigeons were eaten for breakfast, sadly.
Esteemed
Gentlemen, thank you, and enjoy your dinner.
Non-tldr version for the reading-impaired:
Team name: CloisterCucks
pgga/*Pablo_Gabriel/Ludovico
Cambria/*Dranoth/Ber
This post was edited by pgga on Oct 9 2019 08:45pm