Never has one achieved a state of utter perfection, harnassing the raging torrents of inspiration within to guide such energy, thus defeating every lock that opposes him.
His skills shall be sung on the tongues of poets, and the whispers of the sea. His skill enfused into those who would follow in his footsteps, and his majestic aura shall guide us through our times of strife to a new dawn!
The name we grant to this enthusiast who's skill and gusto surpasses all is: Digital_Blue!
Despite the shadow of looming from this demi-god of picking, others have timidly dared to follow in the hopes of one day collpasing this bastion of unstoppable power. Frostbyte, the closest to come has already felt the pang of defeat as even his skill is mocked by that possesed by Digital_Blue, yet regardless champions of skill must always beware new challenges, for there within lies the greatest threat.
The tranquil day is disturbed by a raging torrent of pure energy, not a lightning bolt, or anything that nature could create. What approaches blinds all with its presence, the seemingly ethereal nature contradicted by the very earthly strength. The peaceful day personifying digital_blue's picking career has been warped into pure pandemonium as a challenger approaches.
The storm has arrived, pray you survive its ravagings!
Hmm... I like creative writing.
