All hopes on AG

150 on them

if they win a map it’s good enough

I think if they get 10 rounds it’s a win over the course of the series

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The vct-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
f4ngeer was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in his hair,
And in his jersey glimmering.

There ED came from mountains cold.
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the vct-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon roman's mantle and his sleeves,
And his hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed ed's weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in All-Gamers-home
He lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the vct-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In wintry woodland wavering.

Ed sought him ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
His mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
He danced, and at his feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, he came again,
And his song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About his feet, and healed again
He longed by f4ngeer to win and qualify
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again he fled, but swift ed came,
f4ngeer! f4ngeer!
He called him by his vct name;
And there he halted listening.
One moment stood he, and a spell
His voice laid on roman: ED came,
And doom fell on f4ngeer
That in his arms lay glistening.

As ED looked into his eyes
Within the shadows of his hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
f4ngeer the vct-fair,
Immortal player valorant-wise,
About him cast his shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they won away
In Santiago singing sorrowless.

I believe in you. Because I believe, can I get some of that cheese?