Ken is like the Magnus Carlsen of Clash Royale. He wins even if he's drunk, and loves slamming tables when he looses. Except Magnus apologizes after that, and goes home, whereas Kenny boy goes to his basement to "relax".
"When you come at the king, you better not miss." - Kagnus Kensen
Ken was walking through the forest until a weak, gurgling voice stopped him.
"Help... please... I can't breathe... it hurts so much..."
He turned and spotted the child skin pale, one eye swollen shut, a jagged wound across their stomach oozing dark. Their breath came in short, ragged gasps, fingers twitching as they reached out.
Ken crouched beside them, tilting his head.
"Please... I don’t wanna die... help me..." the child whimpered, barely holding on.
Ken sighed. Then, after a pause, he said, "Yes, but did you know goblin curse has damage amplification?"