Avast, me hearties! A new Darksiders be a-comin’, but what manner o’ treasure huntin’ madness be awaitin’? Arrr!
2024-08-02
Arrr, me hearties! The Four Horsemen be settin’ sail once more! Aye, they be gallopin’ through the stormy seas, lookin’ for treasure and mischief. Hold onto yer hats, for chaos be comin’ ‘round the bend, and we’ll be laughin’ like scallywags while the world be turnin’ topsy-turvy!
Ahoy, me hearty! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of yonder Four Horsemen, those rascally knaves who’ve decided to saddle up for another grand adventure! Aye, ye heard me right! These scallywags, named Famine, Pestilence, War, and Death, be not the sort to tarry long in the docks of obscurity. Nay, they be rulin’ the seas of chaos, and it seems they’ve got a hankerin' to ride again!Picture it, if ye will: Famine, that scrawny wretch, always natterin’ about his lack of vittles whilst plundering the larders of the world! Then there’s Pestilence, the foul-smellin’ sea-dog, spreadin’ his germ-riddled mischief like a drunken sailor spillin’ grog! War be the brawniest of the crew, always itchin’ for a scrap, swaggerin’ about like he owns the seven seas! And Death, poor chap, can’t catch a break—always the last to be invited to the party but the first to collect the booty!
So raise yer tankards, me mateys, for the Four Horsemen be comin’ back to stir up mischief and mayhem. Let’s hope they bring some tales of treasure along with their doom! And remember, when ye see them ridin’ forth, it be best to offer ‘em a drink or two, lest they decide to make ye their next victim! Yarrr!