Most noble lord of the streaming hall, I beseech thee: take up not the games well-worn by countless hands, but a forgotten relic, a title none have dared to play. As Arthur drew forth Excalibur, so might thou awaken this slumbering quest and breathe glory into dust. Picture thyself, helm of headset donned, torchlit by screen’s glow, as thy fellowship roars in awe at thy boldness. Choose this unwalked path, sire, and let history remember thee not as one who followed. @LIRIK

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