Amphithritis the Decider saw only one who would work properly and that was Waylrejan the Murmillo. Born with a sister of the same name, both were so small that no sign of twins was apparent until birth, so only one name was chosen preemptively. After Waylrejan lost his sister to a different videogame, Amphithritis decided to speak to Waylrejan, as he had many others, but Waylrejan replied instead of going mad. After an awkward conversation about the weather and yesterday’s game, Amphithritis decided to make a bunch of stupid promises in exchange for Waylrejan’s full devotion and obsession.
Waylrejan stood on a hill that night and modified The Rifleman’s Creed to his own needs as loud as he could, something about this is my god, there are many like it but this one is mine… without me my god is useless, without my god I am useless… It all sounded pretty cool, anyway. Oh, and there was a dragon, he killed it. With his shoe, don’t ask. His midi-chlorian count is high, he has a house in both Whiterun and Megaton, he got the *96, he can cast both Holy and Flare, plus, as Greg Proops once put it, he is the fastest podracer in the galaxy. Come at me.
“04:03 AM The clouds thundered and the skies shifted. I blinked and found myself in the Arena. Almighty, is it time?”