A long time ago, there was an old man, a sage know as "The Combo Master"; everyone knew him for his fame and rumors of unlimited knowledge of all pieces of magic, capable of destroy the entire multiverse with only 4 spells.
One day he heard that far away from his
mountain, in a city wide as entire continent, lived an entity more powerful then anyone else, know as "The Man"; insulted by the idea of inferiority he send an aetherial message
into the void to defy him in a legendary duel.
The very next day, three strange figures arrived to the
mountain, sent by the far being, to accept the challenge and bring it back; prostrate at the feet of their master they spoke in order.
The Archmage said thoughtful: "You always play the same way".
Afterwards, The Dragonclaw, with
contempt: "Change your style a little bit"
Lastly, full of
fear, The Greathearted: "You have always to be sneaky".
The dragon, heard these words from his subordinates, silently retired in his palace for an entire week. Another outsider arrived at the
mountain, his name was Ral and he was bearing a message: "You are right. I am the same. I do not change. I have always a plan". In that exact moment, a giant magical
fireball rained from the sky on the old man,
incinerate him instantaneously: Niv-Mizzet, descending upon the crater roared solemnly: "AHAH GET REKT TURN 3 M8 GG WP1!11!!!1!!"