The Lore of Punk Rock Arcanist Joey

In the year 1175 a band of nomads wand'r'd throughout the landeth yarning fusty tales of l're and singing songs of m'rriment. Those gents w're known through the kingdom f'r their collied longeth braids and clothing of denim and leath'r and their sullen drunkenness and womanising.

The people nam'd those folk ‘ramones’ a fabl'd and ancient w'rd from the dark ages yond meanteth troubleth.

It wast twilight on all hallows eve at which hour joey chanc'd upon an elven mage by the f'rbidden brook. The mage did tempt joey with a goblet of bats blood yond wouldst bringeth that gent et'rnal life, pow'r and wisdom. Joey did gaze f'r a moment upon the goblet and the deep rouge blood yond glisten'd in the moonlight and without hesitation that gent tooketh yond chalice and swigg'd t down.

Betimes th'r's wrath wast did summon and an almighty lightning bolteth did strike joey and the spelleth wast done.

The mage did cry thee s'r art nam'd ‘punk rocketh arcanist joey’ and thou art a s'rvant of the f'rgotten runes wizards cult.

Anon turneth yee backeth on amorous rite, drugs and rocketh and rolleth and hencef'rth bringeth thy valorous charm to yond'r metav'rse.

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