“From the cold winds of the north, to the desolate wastelands of the south, we ride for glory or have Hell to pay for failure! To the fields against khemri's ancient evil...now, let chariot scythe meet bone!

Hail to Tor for braving the firepower of mummies and blitzras to score for 118,000 suicidal fans! Now upgrade to dirty player, to widow those that dare stand in your way! Crush thy enemies neck and celebrate the red puddle that squirts forth!

And to Columbus, the hardcore hammerer! Upgrade to dauntless...let no creature best thee! you have the POWER!!!! And with power, you shall kill!

The fans leave in droves...save one. One stands! One takes the blood oath! One joins the ranks! Hail to Scummer! King of the frontline! Ride!”