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Old Pro has known of Boss since he showed up in the mess that he calls a world. He could say that he knows more, such as their track number and name, or at least what he thinks is their name, but that isn’t the point. What is the point, is that he knows of when they made their presence known.
When the Sky Bastards made them appear, labeled as “playtester”, low and behold did the curiosity start. Here was this individual, who which was plucked to do what the Gods’ wanted them to do: listen and act on what was told. No big difference, like all the others before, but he had this sort of…feeling about them. So, he watched the best he could as the “playtester” moved around the burning village.
As time went on, they done well by all means. By anyone’s means, especially the Gods’, even though the sword was gone from their grasp this time. No surprise; the Sky Bastards were always nitpicking. It makes him sick to see them treat little thought of this world, just like his own was.
Once they were ghosted and made their way upon the bridge, Old Pro had his interest piqued further. This playtester didn’t feel like any normal individual. Who would find care to continue after being killed, or even get the courage to approach the end game bridge? Maybe… Just maybe..
Metaphorically clasping hands together from where he was, stuck in his boxed prison, that’s when “playtester” became “Boss” to Old Pro.