In a land far far away Sir Kickalot Deathboot spawned. The legends had foretold of his ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. He was to bring the dankest memes and the slickest plays. The ancients who indeed was in need of defending pleaded for his help. But when still in his infant state he was lost. So lost he was blind to the old ways. This lead to a long journey in dark halls, he visited the universe of starcraft where he laid waste to many opponents.

But something was missing. Better to seek fortune in Newerth said the Lucid Cobra which he had begun to call himself. Still he was not satisfied. Because deep down he knew that he had not found his home yet. Then a late night he stumbled upon a fat man in the forrest. OpieOp he thought to himself. And it was in this moment he knew he had found his place in the world. The fat man held fourth a golden object, "MIDAS" he proclaimed proudly. Cobra carassed the golden glove as he penetrated its insides with his wartorn hand. The time is now he said. At first slowly to himself, then again louder as the tree shook in awe. The aid they had lacked for so many years had finally arrived. The time for defending the ancients had begun.

Carlos

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