"Picked a fight with
your boss? Oi... this just keeps getting better..." Forge facepalmed, wincing slightly because of his bruised face. He placed his now-barren roasting stick on his lap, if it was still hot, he didn't show it.
"Well... If you
truly want to know." Forge started hesitating slightly "Well it all began back in the old days, when most of you were little squids. I began the Iron Kraken, which was basically Ranked times 2. Except it gave actual rewards that didn't involve money and a little letter on your card." He pulled out a little card of a less hurt Forge, who was smiling.
"If you're wondering what Shaxx has to do with all this, I'm getting to it..." Forge warned, placing the card back in his pocket. "Back then, the Cat hosted all the Turf War and Ranked Matches, which made for some unfair and slightly biased games in my opinion. As Judd could be easily swayed back then with a can of fish. Shaxx went and sabotaged one of the rewards I handed out to the victorious players."
He looked around the campfire, viewing the students. "How, you may ask? Well he loaded it with a Splat Bomb full of Oil and Tar, it tarnished my tournament and subsequently I have wanted to kick Shaxx's..." He breathed deeply, in and out. Trying to maintain his calm.
"But I don't mean to burden you with my story, you should hear his." He ended, before taking a look at Jordan. "He still calls
granny, RG?" His last word came out with a chuckle.
"Good call with that kid though..."
(
@Aykorn)