Frogturtle
Veteran
This day would never come, they said.
All that was good had come to an end, they said.
Twinks...were doomed.
For years, the survivors of the great Twinkocalypse have suffered. Legends that once stood tall, pwning even the most rabid of mongoloids with raw skill alone began to fade away into the history books. Soldiers of the greatest armies - GSC, Skill Ratio, LSN...abandoned the battlefield to answer to higher callings like 120 PvP, Apex Legends, Rust, and even...
...fucking Fortnite.
It seemed inevitable, that the invasion of zero brain cell zombies would overtake the bracket, feasting upon level 10s with 300 HP, clawing for more buffs, more consumables, more damage...while objectives were left abandoned in the distance.
Some of us tried to save them, the brave few survivors...to show them the path to salvation, but our efforts were in vain. Skill just wasn't required anymore. He who ruled the random puggers could rule the world.
But then...just when all seemed truly lost, as even those who had stuck it out the longest packed their bags for the distant lands of Classic WoW, the clouds of dust parted. A once evil and stubborn god delivered a message unto those most faithful below. The prophetic words of our historically sworn enemy...
Blizzard.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
As the words of the mighty god echoed through the land, the dust began to clear. Old legends suddenly began appearing online, creeping out of the woodworks to pick up their weapons and heed the call. Panic struck the hearts of those who could no longer sate their cancerous appetite of Brazillian hojbots, backpedaling MM hunters, or other species of common pug levelers. While some in other brackets may weep upon this day, one thing is certain:
OUR bracket is back, and it's time.
It's time to put the drooling, brainless zombies of BFA in their place.
It's time for the true rulers to emerge again, and inspire new blood to join their ranks.
It's time. To fucking. Twink.
that'll be 57 bucks thx
