When news spread around the land that The Podcastle was to be no more, One man stood up. He quickly rallied the people around and declared that this should not be the end of European centric gaming news discussion for the Destructoid community. This man was I, Guyver 0. Not long after that fateful day I set out on a quest to search the land and find people who shared the same idea's as myself. After weeks of journeying to various neighbouring town, I began to hear tales of a man, a man of great skill and expertise. I realised I would need this man if I were to complete my quest. I asked locals where I would find this man. The locals told me that this man owned a shop, a "Photo" shop, in a neighbouring town. I jumped on my trusted steed and rode to this town. I knew this man was special as I gazed upon his "Photo" shop. I walked in, and he was sitting behind a desk, drawing and craving and shaping and colouring. He looked up to me and told be his name, Shakey 1245. Shakey 1245 of "Photo" Shop. I told him my quest and before I was finished pitching him the idea, he had agreed to join me. We journey for several months looking for another to join us. We'd fought dragons and danced with elves. Our quest was over, failed. That was until we had reached the far edge of the kingdom. There, in a small remote town, we meet a young boy playing outside in a field by himself. His name was Havoc Fang. Is family had been killed many moons ago and know he played in fields. Myself and Shakey agreed that we would look after the boy, teaching him the way to be a man, without infringing on his power of youth and innocence. Soon after we set off for the Podcastle. However we were too late. We were greeted with with an old, broken castle, falling at the seems. We scourged the grounds for clues of where the three legendary inhabitants had gone. Then we'd found it, it may not have been a castle, but in our minds it was just as good. On the grounds of the Castle, there stood a Cottage, this is where we would make our Podcast for the European masses. This is not the end of the tale, it is merely the end of the beginning.
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