Make way for the Timber man

Of course I’m delusional!

He has the biggest butterfingers in the Valley

A bee with the power of the wind

Through the Eorzean glass

We’re coming for you, Saya

Two jobs join the fray

Two new jobs are ready to roll

You shall not pass

As long as a greatsword, but faster

Thou shalt prefer drip over defense & be goated with the sauce

Your Skibidi Fragments won’t save you here

A new metallic look

Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow