Remember to always place your trust in the Holy Trinity of DPS.
- May Power, the Father grant you His Might to rain death in the form of large numbers on top of your enemies.
- May Precision, the Son, with His Fury guide your blades into the flimsiest of their armor.
- Though fallen, may Ferocity, the Holy Spirit, imbue you and magnify the virtues of both, the Father and the Son, so that your blows may fall heavy on your foes taking on the shape of more hard-hitting crits.
Spared and blessed be the followers of the Assassin that, though slightly bent on their ways, share our vision of smooth and efficient speedruns.
May you never degenerate and fall and be led astray to the misguided ways of the Rampager, or the nefarious path of the Soldier, or the wretched lanes of the Rabid.
May your faith in the Berserker never falter, your Fury never quenched, and your Might always stacked to 25.
For Great Justice!
(I’ll be adding more things over time).
(edited by FenrirSlakt.3692)