Behold, the madness of two gamers.
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Stormkeeper: I DC'D, GODDAMNIT
Stormkeeper: RAAAAAAGE
Moonwolf: >> - Rage accepted
Stormkeeper: *is no longer raging*
Moonwolf: >_> ...
Moonwolf: -ignite Mana-
Stormkeeper: ... Oh noes.
Moonwolf: RAGE! BWAHAHAH!
Stormkeeper: *slaps Moonie*
Stormkeeper: Snap out of it man!
Moonwolf: Ah-
Moonwolf: << >>
Moonwolf: LEEROY JENKINS!
Stormkeeper: INDEED
Stormkeeper: COME, MY BROTHER!
Moonwolf: NO NO!
Stormkeeper: LET US BRING RUINATION UPON THESE CORRUPT AND WRETCHED SOULS!
Moonwolf: LEEROY JENKINS ... HE CAME TO ME...
Moonwolf: IN A VISION!
Stormkeeper: HOLY HEATED CHICKEN!
Stormkeeper: WHAT DID THE PROPHET SAY TO THEE?
Moonwolf: HE SAID....
Moonwolf: THE GOBLET OF FIRE...
Moonwolf: LIES WITHIN... THE PRISONS OF-
Moonwolf: - TWO ICY FLOORS!
Moonwolf: WHAT DEMONS
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Stormkeeper: BROTHER! HAS THOUST RETURNETH FROM THE ABYSS???
Moonwolf: WHAT DEMONS
Moonwolf: THE LINE OF MANA
Moonwolf: IT HATH CUT ME OFF
Moonwolf: I HATH ARRIVED AT THY GATES OF THE ABYSS
Moonwolf: ONLY TO BE PLUNGED BACK TO THE WORLD OF THE LIVING!
Stormkeeper: WE SHALL HOLD FAST AGAINST THE COMING STORM OF DARKNESS!!!
Moonwolf: IT HATH BEEN A NARROW SHAVE BROTHER
Stormkeeper: INDEED! BE WELCOME, AND BE SAFE, BROTHER!!!
Moonwolf: INDEED!
Moonwolf: WE MUST SEEK OUT THIS THAT THE PROPHET JENKINS BESPOKE OF!
Moonwolf: THE GOBLET OF FIRE!!
Moonwolf: WITHIN THE PRISONS OF TWO ICY FLOORS!
Stormkeeper: TRUTH HATH YOU SPOKEN, BROTHER!
Stormkeeper: ONWARD, TO VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!11
Moonwolf: WE MUST NOT DELAY!
Moonwolf: TO THE BATMOBILE!
Moonwolf: *Waddles to the fridge*
Moonwolf: *opens the top compartment*
Moonwolf: *pulls out a bottle of vodka*
Moonwolf: THY GOBLET OF FIRE BE MINE!!!!!!!!!!111
Stormkeeper: GREAT HEATED CHICKEN!!
Stormkeeper: THE GOBLET OF FIRE BE REAL!!!
Stormkeeper: GLORY BE OURS, BROTHER!
Moonwolf: AYE BROTHER!
Moonwolf: *plops open the cap*
Moonwolf: *glug glug*
Moonwolf: I FEEL IT!
Moonwolf: THE FIRE!
Stormkeeper: SKOAL!!
Moonwolf: IT BURNS WITHIN MY BOWELS!
Moonwolf: I SENSE A VISION!!...
Stormkeeper: INCREDIBLE!
Moonwolf: IT HATH GIVEN US THE POWER OF PROPHECY!
Moonwolf: TASTE THE NECTAR OF THE GODS BROTHER!
Moonwolf: *thrust bottle*
Stormkeeper: *grabs bottle*
Stormkeeper: *glug glug glug*
Stormkeeper: VERILY DOTH YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH, BROTHER!
Stormkeeper: MANY VISIONS DOTH I BEHOLD!
Moonwolf: OH?!
Moonwolf: DO TELL THEE WHAT YOU HATH SEEN!
Stormkeeper: BEHOLD!
Stormkeeper: THUS DO I SEE THE HOLY TREASURE!!
Stormkeeper: THAT WHICH THE PROPHET JENKINS DID SACRIFICE MUCH TO OBTAIN!!
Moonwolf: GREAT GALLOPING GOOSEBERRIES!
Stormkeeper: THE CHEST OF HEATED CHICKEN!!
Moonwolf: WHERE DOTH THEE LEAD US?!
Moonwolf: THE CHEST OF HEATED CHICKEN?!
Stormkeeper: VERILY, THAT BE MY VISION!
Moonwolf: GREAT SCOTT!
Stormkeeper: IT DOTH LIE BEHIND THE MELTED SAND GATES OF THE ABYSS!!
Moonwolf: SUCH A DANGEROUS VENTURE!
Moonwolf: BROTHER!
Moonwolf: I GIFT THY WITH THE GAUNTLETS OF HESTIA!
Moonwolf: THAT THYE MAY PROTECT YOU FROM HEAT AND FLAME!
Stormkeeper: ARE WE NOT EMPOWERED WITH THE NECTAR OF THE GODS?!?!?!
Moonwolf: BEHOLD! THE SILVER GAUNTLETS OF HESTIA HERSELF!
Moonwolf: *hands him a pair of mittens*
Moonwolf: GO NOW BROTHER!
Stormkeeper: GREAT SCOTT!!
Moonwolf: LET THE NECTAR GUIDE YOU TO THIS CHEST YOU SPEAKETH OF!
Stormkeeper: ONWARD I GO BROTHER!!
Moonwolf: THY SILVER GAUNTLETS SHALT PROTECT YOU!!
Stormkeeper: *runs forward*
Stormkeeper: *opens oven*
Stormkeeper: *pulls out chicken*
Moonwolf: LE GASP!
Stormkeeper: BEHOLD!! THE CHEST OF CHICKEN!
Moonwolf: TIS THE SCENT ... THE SCENT O' THE GODS!
Stormkeeper: VERILY IT IS SO!
Moonwolf: VERILY THIS SUCCULENT SMELL BE TASTIER THAN THY PLAYBOY MAGAZINETHS!
Stormkeeper: INDEED IT DOTH!!
Stormkeeper: COME!
Moonwolf: WE MUST SAMPLE THIS GREAT CREATION!
Moonwolf: BUT WAIT!
Stormkeeper: LET US PARTAKE OF THE GODS' GREAT BOUNTY!
Stormkeeper: WHY???!?!?
Moonwolf: SUCH GODLY MEAT CANNOT BE TORN APART BY MORTAL HANDS?!
Moonwolf: WE MUST USE!!!...!!!11
Moonwolf: TEH SP0RK!
Moonwolf: *whips out a plastic spork*
Moonwolf: BEHOLD!!
Stormkeeper: IS NOT THE FORK OF HORRIPPLIATION THE PROPER IMPLEMENT??
Stormkeeper: *whips out a fork*
Stormkeeper: BEHOLD!
Moonwolf: FOR SOOTH!
Moonwolf: IT IS A FORK!!
Stormkeeper: TRUTH HAS THOU SAITH!
Moonwolf: LET US STAB THEE BOUNTY OF THE GODS!
Moonwolf: -stabbities the chicken-
Moonwolf: -omnomnomnom-
Moonwolf: MHFF!
Moonwolf: VHERILY SHO!
Stormkeeper: -nomnomnomnom-
Moonwolf: DIS BE TEH BOUNTY OF THE GHODS THEMSELVHES!
Stormkeeper: HEAVENLY IS THE BOUNTY OF THE GODS!
Moonwolf: ALL HAIL HESUS!
Moonwolf: SON OF DOG!
