"And lo, Eemes did take His mighty Banhammer and struck a blow against them so fierce that the earth did tremble and the mountains shook and the gorges did run dry. The Sin was washed clean from the false prophets Marv and Catbowcar, and thusly they repented and Laurie saw it was good."

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(unironic good euro thread)

"The selecting of heroes had now begun, but who would get to pick out of all the potentials first? It was to be determined, as tradition dictated, on a game of chance, a coin flip of all things. One could only wonder how the Gods of old could allow such Eldritch horrors to take place based on the luck one has over another. But the Gods of old above all else ... were wicked and unforgiving."

"As Eemes, the Judicator of Justice gazed around at the potential combatants, one particular set of tear-filled eyes met his. A small, dishevelled Indian boy was sat at the front.
“Pleeeease pick me Eemes” The voice whimpered and Eemes was overwhelmed with pity."

""You are never the First Pick, Copper. Know your place." responded a harsh and unforgiving Eemes, as he made his choice for his destined First. He pitied him, but could not lose a match for a friend. Scanning through the possible candidates, he determined none were truly fit to join his party. None, except one..."

"Iatgink. A smile lit up Eemes face as he heard Iatgink yell "LAAAURRIEEE" with anticipation. Now the tables were turned and it was Gatsans turn to decide which 2 warriors would fight by his side. After a few seconds of glancing over the brave combatants Gatsan was sure who was destined to be part of his legacy. It was.."

"an obvious pick to begin. iatgink may have fallen to the dark, but hovering atop the scout spot was a warrior too tempting to pass by. A dm legend. An mge fiend. The cursor hovered eagerly towards its destination, where gatsan would soon elect the commander of his new army. A grin came to gatsan's face as he pictured the raw WM1s that were to come. "It's all falling into place..." he whispered, as finally, he designated his pocket scout...

"Suddenly Copper started grinning. Eemes returned his gaze, troubled. "WHAT?" He shouted through Mumble, so loud that his mic's quality started dropping. "WHAT DID I MISS?" Copper didn't look like such a small boy anymore as he drew himself to his full height (5' 4). He was grinning now. Eemes' eyes were drawn to his perfectly toned brown abs as he revealed his bindi. "Yhooo" was all he heard as Copper joined mumble and slammed his fist onto his mouse, the EC2-A straining under his weight. "Pick uhhhhhhhh Papi and Klassy" the mastermind advised and Copper returned to his seat, a look of smug victory on his face..."

"Eemes fucking dies."

"You could clearly tell the distress on Eemes face when he heard from the balcony "shit fuck" it was Thaigrr, at that moment he knew that the war game would be restarted so that this men among men be able to participate. It meant that new captains would have to be selected, which would put him at risk of not being able to play in this highly skilled skirmish. His plans of picking the perfectly stacked team had fallen apart right in front of him ... "

"A new picking of champions had commenced; Copper against Thaigrr. David against Goliath. Only silence echoed throughout the mumble, with the exception of the moaning and wailing from the middies as they had yet again been struck down from the chance of being captain. It mattered not if Eemes were to participate in the battle, he still found enjoyment in trampling the weak with his divine powers. As the draft begun, a cruel twist of fate rewarded Copper with the first pick. A smile crept up on his lips as he knew exactly who his first champion would be..."

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