One day you'll be running adrena damsel with 3 sofree in play and dusk mantle will block all of it. You will instantly close your browser and delete browser history but it will be too late. I will already know. You will avoid chat for days out of shame, fearing my gaze. You will consider coming back to chat, questioning how I will respond. Will it be a maniacal laugh, will it be a silent stare, will it be an outburst of excitement, or will it be perfect /d9 roll. You consider the options and realize that all of them will equally crush your soul. You hide for another month. You eventually muster the strength to face your fears. You challenge me in league. You run 6x dusk. Oh you poor soul. Running dusk against the dusk master, the mindgater, the PvP Killer!?!?!?!?! Your fate has been sealed. You feel the life drain out of you and I'm not evening running darkness. You see the first scarab. You see the second scarab. You see the aether pendulums. The dusk is working for now. You gain hope. OH NO! GRAVITY TOWERS!!! You await the dreaded chimera. You say to yourself, "It could be worse." You instantly regret your words as the shiny foil occupies your entire monitor. DEFEAT. You take it upon yourself to do what ARTHANASIOS couldn't. You leave forever. You run away to a bar. Next to you sits a man named Zanzarino. He takes a swig and then laughs about some 99% bull crap. Then you hear the word dusk. Everything turns to dusk. You open your eyes but nothing comes through. It's as if all the light rays are missing your retina. The ambulances arrive. Flashlights shining all over you. You feel the heat from the light but the rays keep missing. You grasp your hand, but it is hopeless. You pray for a miracle, but the rays of light are being devoured by the darkness. You scream but nobody hears you. Someone asks for your name but you're already dying. As you accept your fate you mutter out your last word...
