We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
"I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago"

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years, I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here
We must have died alone
A long, long time ago

Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Dis a ou Jiizas Krais did baan. Im mada
Mieri did jos ingiej fi marid Juozif, dem
neehn kom liv tugeda yet laik ozban an waif,
bot dem fain se shi did av biebi iina beli, an
a di Uoli Spirit did put di biebi de. 19Nou
Juozif, di man we shi did ingiej fi marid, im a
did wan gud man we aalwiez du wa rait. Im
neehn waahn shiem ar infronta evribadi, so
im mek op im main fi lef ar anda di kwaiyat.

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⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣽⠘⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⠸⣿
⡿⣿⣳⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⠓⠦⠤⠤⠤⠼⢸⣿
⡞⣸⣿⣿⢏⣼⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣶⡤⠐⣿⣿⣿
⣯⣽⣛⠅⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡽⣿⣧⡸⢿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡷⠹⠛⠉⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⠛⠻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣠⣤⣤⣤⡄⢤⣤⣤⣤⡘⠻⣿
⣿⣿⡟⠄⠄⣀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢻⣿⣿⣿⡎⠝
⣿⡏⠄⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⣿⣿⣿⣿⠐
⣿⡏⣲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⣿⣿⣿⡟⣼
⣿⡠⠜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⡛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠃⠾⠿⢟⡋⢶⣿
⣿⣧⣄⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⢰⣾⣿⣿⡿⢣⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠂⣷⣶⣬⣭⣭⣭⣭⣵⢰⣴⣤⣤⣶⡾⢐⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣷⡘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣼⣿

The ballin’ leaves tell a story. The great Elden Ring was dunked. In our home, across the field, the Court Between. Now, Queen Marika the Slingshot is nowhere to be found, and in the Night of the Slam Dunk, Godwyn the Ballin’ was the first to have his ankles broken. Soon, Marika's offspring, ballers all, claimed the shards of the Elden Ring. The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Dunkening. A war from which no MVP arose. A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Slam. Arise now, ye Ballers. Ye slam, who yet jam. The call of long-lost three-pointers speaks to us all. Hoarah Loux, Chieftain of the Court. The ever-brilliant Dunkmask. Fia, the Jump Ball Companion. The loathsome DunK Eater. And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-dribbling. And one other. Whom the ball would again bless. A Baller of no renown. Cross the field, to the Court Between. To stand before the Elden Ring. And become the Dunkin’ Lord.

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⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠼⣛⣛⣭⢭⣟⣛⣛⣛⠿⠿⢆⡠⢿⣿⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠸⣿⣿⢣⢶⣟⣿⣖⣿⣷⣻⣮⡿⣽⣿⣻⣖⣶⣤⣭⡉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⢹⠣⣛⣣⣭⣭⣭⣁⡛⠻⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣽⡧⡄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣌⡛⢿⣽⢘⣿⣷⣿⡻⠏⣛⣀⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠙⡅⣿⠚⣡⣴⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄
⠄⠄⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠄⣱⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠑⣿⣮⣝⣛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⠄⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄

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