Another solid event, thanks BG crew.
From the smoldering craters on the battlefield amid a landscape twisted by warp energies and missile barrages, a battered figure drags himself toward the enemy. The horned figure with a cloak of skulls braces himself up using a wickedly barbed blade. "Deny the Blood God 22nd place," he hisses, "and know his undying wrath. 25th place is not worthy of the Brass Throne. When I return, I will claim 22nd place and your skulls!"
Breathe easy, galaxy, while you can.