⢸⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⡷⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇ Are ya winning son?
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠖⠒⠒⠒⢤⠀⠀⠀⡇
⢸⠀⠀⣀⢤⣼⣀⡠⠤⠤⠼⠤⡄⠀⡇⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠑⡤⠤⡒⠒⠒⡊⠙⡏⠀⢀⡇⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⢀⠧⠟⠁⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠸⣀⠀⠀⠈⢉⠟⠓⠀⠀⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢱⡖⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢺⠧⢄⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⣠⠃⢸⠀⠀⠈⠉⡽⠿⠯⡆
⢸⠀⠀⣰⠁⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠣⠀⠀⢸⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇

I am a Mordhau veteran. I do not smile when I kill. I do not frown when I die. I do not flinch when I get shot, or impaled, or amputated. I don’t laugh at your bards or your disfigured maulmen. I am as tough as nails, as cold as a rapier through the heart. Fear me. Beware. I will hunt you all down.

I am a Mordhau veteran. I do not smile when I kill. I do not frown when I die. I do not flinch when I get shot, or impaled, or amputated. I don’t laugh at your bards or your disfigured maulmen. I am as tough as nails, as cold as a rapier through the heart. Fear me. Beware. I will hunt you all down.