Sure, sure

... that will probably just end up with the same result.

Um, this one by Zixinus.

Complication name, oh shit.

Uh, a slippery object, banana peel, wet soap, dog poo, et cetera, escapes notice of a character that just steps on it with their full body weight at a really inappropriate time.

Uh, they are thus transported into a direction or obstacle against their will.

They must maintain balance and handle the consequences of their unwitting relocation.

Now it's up to us to prove that we were worth that at the time, and now that we're better than that.

By the way, might I say your armor is looking dashing.

Okay.

All right.

We are the 12th legion.

We are the sons of Angron.

Our fate is not to dwindle, to be slowly stu- snuffed out in the darkness, alone and divided.

Our fate is to live and die as one legion.

I say we take this world that the third legion claims as their own.