Hark! Brothers of the esteemed Dickey Stew, a raven brings tidings most urgent and auspicious!

By the grace of the Old Gods and the New, thou art summoned to a grand event, the likes of which the realm hath never seen. On the eve of the next moon’s turn, the noble House Dickey Stew shall convene for the storied Stew Night, a time of camaraderie, jests, and epic clashes in the realm of pixelated battle.

Prepare thyselves for the arrival of Ser Matt, known to many as Meat, Duke of Jest, whose changing visages strike both awe and laughter into the hearts of men. From the taunting of Asshole Meat, to the spirited Hype Meat, and the heartfelt musings of Sentimental Meat, be wary! For when Lights Out Meat appears, the twilight of his consciousness doth follow. Yet, know that Meat’s pursuit of “tasties” may delay our conquests, for his hunger is as fierce as his jests.

Daniel the Lucky, or Luck, shall be recognized by his transformation into the legendary BG Luckett, where his speech becometh nigh unintelligible, as if the spirit of Bobcat Goldthwait himself doth possess him. Let us honor his courage, for he hath lost a leg and half a foot in the fires of a distant war, a testament to his indomitable spirit. We henceforth name him Luck, Warden of Fortitude.

Bear witness to Lord E, called Perez or the Master of Coin, our devoted family man, who joins our ranks despite the duties that await him on the morrow. Yet, beware his proclivity for potent libations, lest he succumb to slumber in the midst of battle.

And then, there is the honorable Ser Roger, whose temperance grants him the title of Dickey Stew’s greatest champion! Mock him not for his modest indulgence in spirits, for in the realm of video games, he is unmatched. In recognition of his prowess, he shall be known as Roger, Lord Commander of the Game.

Unite, brethren, in pursuit of the finest Stew video games, where first person shooters and co-op modes, with scoreboards to fan the flames of rivalry, shall forge memories to last lifetimes.

As we revel in memories of our youth in Norcross, a land far to the south, our shared history shall weave a tapestry of enigmatic tales and secret codes, encompassing the glories of high school football, the merriment of college, and the hallowed annual golf pilgrimages to the distant sands of Scottsdale.

Fear not the sands of time, for the tradition of Friday nights hath been carved into our hearts since the dark days of the Great Pandemic.

Let thine ears be regaled by the melodious tunes provided by our own Lord E, who shall acquaint us with the newest ballads of the land.

Listen well to the booming voices of Ser Matt and Daniel the Lucky, salesmen by trade, who shall lead the Dickey Stew in tales and jests that echo through the halls of time.

But take heed, lest the ire of Lord E be aroused by excessive tomfoolery and neglect of our sacred mission. His threats of departure are not to be dismissed lightly.

Thus, noble Stewards of House Dickey Stew, ready yourselves for the splendors of Stew Night, where friendships are forged, tales are spun, and laughter fills the air. May we continue to honor this noble tradition, and may our bonds of brotherhood remain unbroken!

By the light of the Seven and the Old Gods, we hereby seal this summons.

Valar morghulis, brave warriors, and may victory be ours!