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But he harbored a secret: his love for pineapple pizza. The mere mention ignited fierce debates in the piazzas. “Sacrilege!” cried the purists. Yet he stood firm, pineapple slices clinging to his cheesy armor.
One fateful evening, his guild faced the dreaded Pizza Dragon. Its crusty scales defied algorithms, and its pepperoni breath could crash servers. Undeterred, he typed furiously. “I cast Pineapple Bolt!”. The dragon wavered, torn between sweet and savory.
As the dice clattered, his fate hung in the balance. A critical hit! The dragon toppled, defeated by a controversial topping. He grinned, knowing he’d forever be the Pineapple Paladin—a hero who dared blend flavors, both in code and crust.
“When life gives you pixels, make pizza.
Also, I'll be this weekend in your city, if you are free maybe we can drink something together (although I wont go alone, but I guess it's fine, there is enough time for everything).