~` The Leprechaun Games `~
Narrator: It has been ten long, long years since the defeat of Savior and the others at the hands of Secateurs, the dreaded Leprechaun menace. Faced with immeasurable and insurmountable odds, Savior's misadventures ended -- with a whimper, not a bang. It was a truly noble fight, rife with twists and turns; surprises lurked around every corner as he-
Savior: You know, this Marvel universe thing hasn't been the same since Endgame.
Narrator: I-er-what?
Stupid Mage: They've really lost their touch over the last ten years; it's a shame, really.
Narrator: What are you going on about?
Savior: Clearly we took a ten-year sabbatical to avoid any sort of confrontation with the Leprechaun menace - don't you remember his insane attempts at 'games?'
(We pan to a small plot fifteen meters away; a small gravestone rests atop an assortment of rock and dirt.)
Savior:
He was so young.
Stupid Mage: A moment of silence for our fallen friend...
(Savior rests his grimy, unwashed hands upon the stone...the name 'Secateurs' flashes briefly as the morning's sun shimmers and illuminates the crestfallen group.)
Joe: What the absolute fuck are you doing?
(Savior and Stupid Mage quickly turn about, weapons drawn.)
Savior: Joe?!
Joe: Yes, Joe.
Stupid Mage:
The
Joe?!
Joe: Still Joe.
Savior: Joe
Biden
?
Joe: Mm, topical, but no. You guys have gotten a lot more pop-culture savvy here lately.
Savior: We shall
overcome
!
Iceburg: Regardless! Secateurs is dead - er, somehow, surprisingly.
Joe: Really poor decision here in retrospect.
Iceburg: Aye, a trial by combat -- nay, trial by 'games' -- initiated by some of the trickiest creatures known to man against one of the loosest attempts at character-bait known to literature...
Stupid Mage: WE'RE THE KINGS
Savior: AND QUEENS
Stupid Mage: OF HIDE
Savior: AND
Savior and Stupid Mage: SEEK!
(Lightning flashes - beneath the name 'Secateurs' reads as such...)
Not so great at hide and seek.