The Dorf Patrol, what a name...
It was a long time ago. Back when the raids happened. No one survived it, no one made it out heads held high. Every time we got up there were two or three more mods to bring us down. It seemed impossible at the time. We even made little games to reserve what little sanity we had into guessing games! Those who were weak fell, and the strong only grew stronger. And then there was
them...
Hokori and Frostwraith; Standing high over the mountaintops with blades in hand and the virtues of "truth" and "justice" on their sleeves... What lies it was! There was only a bent from only the deepest circles from Hell to destroy the very creations we developed! The only remnants of truth and justice were residues of animated video game enemies feeling the sharp edges of a dark, cold blade.
And we were the ones that took the brunt of it. How anyone could survive in such feats is beyond incomprehensible. But somehow we were able to make it, both from the realms of Ganon and back. But at what cost?
May we pay our respects to the Bob-ombs lost for our progress. Their lives were not spent in vain...
It's alright. I won't bring back bad memories for you.
Maybe.
*continues to scream*
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