He does it once a year, and never forgets… No, his fanclub ensures that he can never forget. For that one special day a year when he gets a little older but never grayer, he finds a secret place hide; away from women and men; and skeletons; and Neclords; and Liberation Armies; and Orange Armies; and runes; and armor stealing, face stealing, style stealing Psermergas…. And he sits in a contemplative silence. Drinking rum, and vodka, and wine, and beer, and brandy, and whiskey, and…
What? Dealing with all that bullshit, even Yuber needs to get wasted on his b-day!