And their names are, respectively, Gary Whitta and Will Smith. These greasy, inhuman leavings only materialize when, as now, the veil between this world and the next grows thin - and only in places where a great wrong has been done. In the ongoing mythology of the tournament, the "great wrong" is when they beat us really badly all those other times and I got sad. Join us on streem at 4pm PDT when we will set these events right and exile them into the Shadowdeep once and for all.
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