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== Official League Records ==
 
== Official League Records ==
 
Duende currently has no notable events in the official record books
 
Duende currently has no notable events in the official record books
 
== History ==
 
{{Community Lore}}
 
 
Combs Duende is not related to [[Seattle Garages]] player [[Theodore Duende]]; the two are simply good friends who are both members of the [[Duende (Species)|Duende]] species. 
 
 
Writer Federico Glarcía Lorca has documented Duende's playstyle and character extensively, writing, "Combs, then, is a power, not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, 'Combs is not in the throat; Combs climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet.' Meaning this: Combs Duende is not a question of ability, but of true, living style, of blood, of the most ancient culture, of spontaneous creation." He later added, "Combs' arrival always means a radical change in forms. Combs Duende brings to old planes unknown feelings of freshness, with the quality of something newly created, like a miracle, and it produces an almost religious enthusiasm." 
 
 
Duende has 6 combs stuck to their hair, and they consider each of them to be a separate entity, but Combs and their combs are all integral parts of the Combs Duende we know and love. Each comb has their own name (D1, U, E1, N, D2, and E2.), and Comb's Combs are noted to speak, but only by each reciting one-sixth of the Nlavy Sleals copypasta. 
 
 
== In Literature ==
 
Runolfio Peeper's award-winning "70 More Blaseball Sonnets" contained the following about Duende:
 
 
 
Our Combs Duende swings a mighty hair
 
 
It’s earned them o’er three hundred confirmed hits
 
 
So much, they’ll many times be heard to swear
 
 
“I’m trained in unarmed combat, little shits!”
 
 
 
They’ve killed the ball in seven hundred ways
 
 
Precision never seen before on Earth
 
 
And all who’ve battled Combs admit it pays
 
 
To really know a clever comment’s worth.
 
 
 
For Combs is merely average most the time
 
 
They hear an insult, then their words you’ll mark
 
 
A storm will meet the maggot’s verbal crime
 
 
Bare hands will hit the ball out of the park.
 
 
 
Be careful ‘ere you give Combs any sass
 
 
They graduated tops in blaseball class.
 
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=== Cheers ===
 
 
* ''"Come on Combs!"''
 
  
 
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=== Cheers ===
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* ''"Come on Combs!"''
  
 
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Revision as of 13:55, 22 August 2020

Combs Duende is a player for the Baltimore Crabs and has played for the team since Season 1.

Official League Records

Duende currently has no notable events in the official record books


COMMUNITY REPORTS
The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.

Interdimensional Rumor Mill

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Following Combs' incineration, Runolfio Peeper composed "An Elegy for Combs":

Yet once more, great grey ashes, and once more
Some drifting hairs float upon the wind.
I run to the railing and snatch a strand,
And with a reaching trembling hand,
Hold close the memory that the Gods have thinned.
To our rage and sorrow They say we have sinned,
And left us a grim testament of fire,
And Combs in gone, gone ere their prime.
They said Combs’ hair would never end,
To swing their bat they would not tire,
But that bat has fallen at an umpire’s crime,
And left us with the charge to defend
Combs memory as a deep and lovely Crab,
As a poet at the plate; as a loyal friend.

Cheers

  • "Come on Combs!"