Wisps of white steam rose from Bane's head.
The sweat drenching his head was evaporated by the workshop's intense heat, condensing in the air into a white mist.
Zog suspected Bane's "Melting Furnace" title wasn't earned through some great renown.
It was purely because he looked the part.
The last person he'd seen steaming like this was about to go into Second Gear.
Zog, for his part, felt no pressure. Even if Bane's lineup was complete, Toto would be there to tank it.
'So, I'm not listening, not listening. I'll just play Fortune.'
"Fortune" was a team composition where the more consecutive rounds you lost, the bigger the reward you received when you finally won.
It wasn't very practical, but it was extremely entertaining. When you play a game, you should do whatever makes you happy.
Zog had assigned this effect to the goblins in the Otherworld auto-battler, but since there weren't really any famous characters in goblin history, he had to mix in a few Ogres.
