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Nathir expertly landed into his custom-built, gold plated, caped Ferrari. It was equipped with a 2-time Master AI, an expert in both League of Legends and the roadway. Not to be outdone, Nathir himself had won the League of Legends Universal Championship Series for the last 20 years, ever since it was discovered that he was the most intelligent human on the planet.
Women of grace and beauty hung off each arm, and all the people of his green Earth praised him. As the Immortal Tempest loomed on the horizon, Nathir drew his sword. Flipping his cape with a stylish flair, a smirk overtook Nathir's divine visage.
"It's a good day to be the hero."