In lands of maps and burning flame,
Two names rose high — etched into fame.
Wicknezz the cunning, swift and sly,
Chubbypirate, bold with a fearless eye.
Through muddy fields their banners swayed,
Villages trembled, defenses decayed.
From dawn till dusk their armies roared,
Each noble fell, each border soared.
With wit and steel, with spy and blade,
They carved their rule where legends fade.
And when the wars at last were done,
Two kings stood tall beneath the sun.
For in the realm where warriors spar,
Wicknezz and Chubby are the stars.
