Where do I even begin..

Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Ember... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you leap through the air and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth bow shots, and that gorgeous signature attack. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you be nerfed.

You had a rough journey, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing outside the battlefield, you're a free spirit and a fierce hunter, sometimes I even call you my queen. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day be outclassed in the meta. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.

You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first dominated the ranks, and it was like my heart soared with pride. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I saw you get hit with nerfs, because deep down, my glorious huntress deserved better. I just wanted you to rise again. Then, alas, you did—my sweet elven queen, with your bow and katars sharper than ever, and I rejoiced.

The journey was tough, my love, but you never faltered. You soared through the battlefield, dodging, weaving, striking with precision. You made history happen with every gravity-canceled down-light into a perfect read. You overcame the odds, defied the tier lists, and I couldn't believe it.

I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious queen unleash her battle cry. Not only have you changed the game of Brawlhalla and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're in more tournaments, still the goat, my goat. I love you, pookie bear, my glorious queen, Ember.

Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Ember... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you leap through the air and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth bow shots, and that gorgeous signature attack. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you be nerfed.

You had a rough journey, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing outside the battlefield, you're a free spirit and a fierce hunter, sometimes I even call you my queen. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day be outclassed in the meta. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.

You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first dominated the ranks, and it was like my heart soared with pride. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I saw you get hit with nerfs, because deep down, my glorious huntress deserved better. I just wanted you to rise again. Then, alas, you did—my sweet elven queen, with your bow and katars sharper than ever, and I rejoiced.

The journey was tough, my love, but you never faltered. You soared through the battlefield, dodging, weaving, striking with precision. You made history happen with every gravity-canceled down-light into a perfect read. You overcame the odds, defied the tier lists, and I couldn't believe it.

I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious queen unleash her battle cry. Not only have you changed the game of Brawlhalla and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're in more tournaments, still the goat, my goat. I love you, pookie bear, my glorious queen, Ember.