SkulldGaming [2019-02-03 08:40:10 +0000 UTC]
It was a dark, rainy night in 1976 Chicago. I had my own demons to deal with that night, but the lady that walked into my office seemed to have a lot more. First, I'm a mafia don, and no one had even attempted to stop her. Two, she seemed to be covered in a very familiar red liquid, and unless an ice cream truck happened to spill it's entire store of strawberry syrup directly onto this broad's head, I had no doubt as to who it belonged to. Lastly, she was wearing a strange outfit, almost like and armor. The closer she got, the weirder she got, cause when she reached my desk, I realized that the helmet she'd been wearing was more of a starry night sky than actual headgear. She reached my desk, looked up at me, and said, "Nice place you've got here. Too bad it won't be here for much longer. You've been invited to a certain... tournament. Either you enter, or you die right here." Now, I'm not a fool. I saw the blood, I saw the lady's weird gear, I saw the curved blade she was holding, but right now, all I saw was red. I flipped my coin and called out to my devil. Turns out, she was right. The place wasn't there for much longer.
tl:dr Artemis invites Cross to Brawlhalla!
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