The prophecy foretold, in scrolls of ages old, a cat who donned the chainmail and grew braver than the bold.
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It was foretold in the old grimoires, between the memes and the moonlight.
When liquidity ran dry and the charts bled red, the elders lit one final candle and read aloud the prophecy of the Medieval Cat.
"He shall reign," the scroll read, "for he answers to no lord." Cloaked in chainmail, blade aglow, he draws the old keep's forgotten steel to his paw.
Spells straight from the depot. Cast responsibly.


