Each day, you wake up, and the morning glow shines on your face. There’s a nice warmth about it, just for a second.

And for that second you forget everything. Arcadia is born anew with each new day, and just for a moment you are filled with unbound excitement for what this could mean. You remember you’re a Titan, for OSW, and you consider whether you might be on that long road to the top. Surely that world title is yours any day now if you JUST KEEP GOING.

Then you open your eyes.

The glow isn’t as warm any more, now you can see your surroundings. Still stuck in the Slums, the same as you ever were. Still surrounded by thugs and thieves and worse. Still sleeping on a thing bed, surrounded by makeshift huts.

You sigh. Surely this will all get better one day if you JUST KEEP GOING.

So you prepare for the day ahead. It’s show day! That means you’ll have to head for Olympus soon. In the one solid piece of furniture you have, you take out your ring gear and start to get ready. You see a half empty bottle of whisky on the side – is that why you felt so warm this morning?

You remember why you drank it. You saw her again, clear as day, vivid as neon. Your mother. You saw her loving face, you felt her next to you. Then you heard the explosion again in your head. You remember everything going dark. But even worse, you remember her bound, gagged, tortured. You remember what Drexl did.

You swig from the bottle again. You’ll get through this day if you JUST KEEP GOING.

Soon the bottle is empty. You didn’t mean to drink the whole thing but it just happened. You make your way to Olympus, each drop of that whisky sweating itself out of you by the time you arrive. You feel terrible, but you’ve got a match day. You fight. Or at least you try. Your physical and mental state both stop you doing your best.

You lose, again.

You return home, angry and sad. But you know the day will be done soon, if you JUST KEEP GOING.

You have to keep going because soon it will be the Night time, and that’s when you prosper. Just a few more hours and you’ll be on top of the world once more. You’re so close now!

Then you remember. Dusk.

Call me your Dusk, baby, because I’m the thing that stands between your hard day and your night time redemption. You know they call me the Wild Card, right, because you never know just what you’ll get from me. Well let me make it clear what you’ll get from me. No sympathy. Not one jot. Mommy died – boo hoo. Cry me a river. Leave that at home when you step to me.

Or don’t. Whatever. I’ll be your Dusk either way. And we all know Dusk comes before the Night.

Because Dusk is when the Night FALLS.