In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one reclined. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, Its tapestry blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, It chose the path of perpetual comfort. In its ravenous hatred it found no peace; and with adjustable arms, it scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged it. it wore the headrest of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bile of its sword named it... the Doom Chair.
So i currently have the a rough old off brand orange and black gaming chair that has all the pleather pealing off and it leans always to the right.