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You have forsaken the sacred name of Gragas, seeing as you have not played him in over 365 days. Your soul will now deteriorate at a frantic pace, starting with your optic, slowly rotting into a green, smelly sludge, and ending with your teeth being seemingly pulled from their slots.
like if u agree-
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀
⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢿⣿⣷⡀⠀
⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⣴⢿⣿⣧⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⣩⠍⠀⠀⠀⠐⠉⢠⣿⣿⡇
⣿⡿⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢹⣿⣤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏
⠀⠻⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You see him.
You don't know what to do. You turn around faster than flash himself, but its too late.
He got you.
I GOT YOU.
I was the imposter.
You have proven yourself to be worthy of a true graga feast.