There were once two pilots, legendary and CortexIII. Legendary made his own squadron, and CortexIII joined. At first they racieved tips from matedors about how they should change there squadron name. All was well when suddenly; BOOM! A bunch of grumpy old trolls, who lived under the briiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddggggge. Some grumpy old trolls, who lived under the briiiidddge. CortexIII went to look for help while legendary tried to fight them off. Then, the king of Europe showed up and banned the squadron and the grumpy old trolls from fighting again. Meanwhile, CortexIII had found help, and brought him back. But the trolls had already done the damage, and their potential helper, GOODLUCK6.5, was whiped away from his memory. The trolls had then split up, telling him different stories of what had happened. CortexIII tried his best to refresh GOODLUCKS6.5's memory, but a troll drowned his truth out. Legendary was never seen after the troll accident, and everyone was forced to assume the worst. And the rest, is destiny.