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catering to or patronized by customers who typically wear leather clothing, often as a means of signaling interest in or preference for sadomasochistic sexual activity
(in folklore) one of a species of diminutive beings, usually described as shriveled little old men, that inhabit the interior of the earth and act as guardians of its treasures
LG are the spearhead. LG are the trend-setting pioneers. This is some hood ornament type of shit right here. This is the quintessential spirit of this online gaming bullshit.
"The idea behind Leather Gnomes was basically my personal need for something new for my life. Something totally new. I have had my experiences with narcotics, urban life and the darker side of society on all aspects a man can think of but, THIS was something else. Something my now long dead dad had always warned me about on our weekend father-son fishing trips. Son, he said, I've seen how you yearn for that rock'n'roll hulabaloo lifestyle. I've seen you by your window at night looking into the darkness. But boy, I tell you it's not worth it. It's not worth it god damn it! It's gettin' too dangerous 4 u 2 handle! That was pa' alright. A day later he suffered his first stroke and was never the same again. He got those droopy, inhuman eyes. Love you pops."
Those were the words of Herbert Cummings, the brave founder of Leather Gnomes, taken from his memoirs. Herbert was a great man, and more so, a great visionary. He saw beforehand something the world at that time only dreamed of. He saw the future, the future was Leather Gnomes. Herbert, the intense crack fiend he was, sadly passed away only three years after the establishment of LG family (a band of rascals then:-). He didn't see his creation grow up, mature and become one of the most serious elite clans in the current gaming biz. He didn't get the taste of triumph that LG so often achived nor did he get to attend the wild Easter parties at his mom's house. Herbert was a true pioneer and that is something we, the modern day Leather Gnomes tribe, want to carry on to next generations of soldiers. May the original spirit flourish and may the battlefields soak in our enemies' bodily fluids.
AD HONOREM HERBERT CUMMINGS. AD ASTRA PER ALIA PORCI, COITUS MORE FERARUM!