ladders seam to me a relic of times long gone, where flamberge wielding man-women archers where ladderpulted off of long wide stone bridges, my horse ate faces and my lance wasnt overly nerfed. archers headshooting people from spawn to spawn, captain georges flamberging through hoards of enemies, cooties dancing fairylike through flocks of cut down men, nakid dima urbans running about, superbeast crushing skulls suited in a real black armor and a dehorsed finn clumsily swinging his looney toons axe.
fond memories in a seasoning mind.