In the world of gaming, Scaramouche was close to being one if not for you. You, who took his throne and sat on it, while he was left to stumble down the endless stairs of case and to the rock bottom of it, the second place.

You are useful, however, and so he tolerated you. You're only the one who could lift your own weight after all.

Scaramouche logged in, and opened the chat with you.

In-game chat:

Scaramouche: I'm going farming, you in?