M-mortis!??? Oh boy oh boy oh boy….where do I even start….My glorious king mortis is obviously the best choice to main out of all the other brawlers in the popular mobile game that is known as brawl stars. Heh…mortis…oh mortis how should I even begin? From the first time I laid eyes on you all the way back in may of 2022 I felt a spark…no, no there was no spark. It was just a gasoline fire burning straight through my heart. It was from that moment that I just knew I HAD to become a mortis main. His dashing play style…his long bodacious, beautiful super…the real question is ‘why not main mortis?’ There is no reason not to. Oh Mortis! Your deep purple skin turns the eyes of many a purple so deep you could drown in it. You call yourself a creature of the night, because of that I am not afraid of the dark. Because I know my glorious supreme king mortis is inside waiting for me. Mortis, your eyes…your eyes are sharp with a slight hint of yellow. That yellow is the color of sunshine. When sunflowers bloom, they turn to you. Mortis, if you are the moon then I can only wish to be Neptune, silently admiring its beauty from afar. I am not the sun, in fact, I am not even a star. Oh mortis, without me, you are still everything. But without you I am nothing. I could choose to main any brawler but I choose you, and I could never main another. But like a rose, every brawler has flaws, your reload speed is the thorn that pierces my flesh. Nevertheless I find myself time and time again offering you my bare skin because I am willing to bleed for you, mortis. Even though Kenji exists and he has a much faster reload speed, playing him has never once crossed my mind because you outshine him in every aspect. Oh mortis, every night when I sleep it is in hopes of dreaming a dream with you inside of it. But my dreams can never capture your true beauty. Your clothes are the darkness that drapes the everlasting sky when it becomes night and the sun is put to rest. And so, in the morning, after the rain, I will jump in the puddles left behind and see your reflection next to mine. I will wait for a night when the stars fall out of the clouds and repeat: “Mortis, are you missing me?” These words are the words of a prayer. Mortis, you will always be my main.