The Incredible Duo

The Incredible Duo

Hidden in the veil… robe shadows coil…
Two gremlins of Remnant… hungry for guild soil…

[MAIN VERSE (King Frost + Vesper mixed style)]

Blitz in the zone, venom-tipped, Scorpion on the prowl,
Daggers flash Zip—Pop—Pow, whole guilds scream “Foul!”
Master of creating hate, chaos dripping off his blade,
Darker than the corners where the Shadow Twins were made.

Wrapped in robes like a cursed tinkerbell assassin,
Tiny but terrifying — one blink, bodies flatten.
Crossbow hummin’, bolts sing Crack—Whistle—Slap,
You hear that? Too late — your back just collapsed.

And here comes Fuzzy, the partner in crime,
Laughing like a goblin on a sugar rush at prime.
Fuzzy heals? Nah… he just fuels Blitz’s rage,
Stirring the pot like a chef on a murder-themed stage.

They roast shadows like marshmallows over a cosmic flame,
Blitz pokes ’em with a dagger: “Toastier!” — insane.
Fuzzy twirls his staff like a campfire skewer,
Guild chat melts down — “THESE TWO CAN’T GET ANY CRUELLER!”

Blitz wipes half a guild, solo, no warning,
Fuzzy sips tea, judging them for respawning.
Together they’re a hurricane, cartoonish but lethal,
The hate mail they farm could fill a cathedral.

Scorpion stance — Blitz stings, bodies drop,
Fuzzy cheers: “Another batch? King, don’t let him stop!”
Zip, Pop, Pow — bolts splitting the night,
Crack, Whistle, Slap — perfect Remnant delight.

They don’t need backup, they don’t need praise,
Just two lunatics skipping through PvP blaze.
Enemies tilt so hard they uninstall mid-fight —
Blitz shrugs: “My bad?”
Fuzzy: “Nah fam, that felt right.”


Blitz in the veil, master of creating hate,
Dark tinkerbell ninja with venom in his gait.
Zip—Pop—Pow when the daggers come around,
Crack, Whistle, Slap — crossbow takes the crown.

Fuzzy beside him, chaos partner in crime,
Roasting shadows like marshmallows every time.
Laughing in the killfeed, sipping on his tea,
While Blitz wipes a guild like “Oops, wasn’t me.”

Scorpion stance — sting sharp, no chill,
Venom in the strike, bodies dropping downhill.
Enemies tilt, rage-quit on sight,
Blitz and Fuzzy owning half the map in one night.

Zip, Pop, Pow — they dance through the fray,
Crack, Whistle, Slap — another guild washed away.
Two gremlins of Remnant, unstoppable duo,
Chat melts down screaming: “OH HELL NO!”


VESPER, FROST, REMNANT! ETERNAL!