The Sand King stares into the distance. Across the river Bone Clinks, the fool, is prancing around in joy at his 'victory'. Little did he know that his victory was tainted. No one was seriously fighting .. all of us were trying out alternate methods to dish out pain to our DOTA opponents. The poor fool, let him have his joy.
Lucifer (Magnus) walks back towards the fountain, the heads of his latest opponents in his large meaty paw. Poor Furion (takeitez) .. he had angered Lucifer once too many times. After all there is a reason the spell Lucifer casts is called DOOM ...
Omniknight crosses the river. His weapon sheathed and hands indicating parley. We accepted. He nods to Sand King. " You know why I am here , consorting with your vile kind "
Lucifer laughs a horrid evil laugh " Little man, there is not much you can do alone when they arrive .. to think that you of all people will stoop to this. "
Sand King glares at Lucifer, his pincers twitch in irritation. If the Omniknight does not accept this truce then the coming war will be lost before the first arrow leaves the bow.
Lucifer notices the silent reprimand and wisely keeps quiet. Omniknight listens attentively, disgust clearly showing on his face. Furion, now respawned, arrived in time to hear what Sand King had to say.
The Sand Kings then takes a deep breath ...
I feel it in the air,
I sense it in my bones,
A storm is approaching from the hill,
Not one of rain and hailstones,
No, that would not have left me with this grave chill,
Rather I sense it ... a dark and ancient evil come back to haunt us.
We have been complacent , war to us now only play,
This childish competition amongs us has softened our steel,
Gone are the memories of those days far away,
Of blood and dust, and the bitter taste of defeat in our mouth,
Life the fattened calf we prance and play at war,
Our bravery like a ship with a rotten keel,
Unaware of the evil that will come down from beyond.
Yes, the evil of Arvind and his posse ....
The same ancient evil that has decimated our DOTA forces again and again,
When the moon gives birth again , they will come,
Stand fast my brothers, prepare yourselves ,
The time for war and blood and fire has come,
Let us send them back to their dark and evil hell in shame and despair,
Let us prevail !
With this the brotherhood is sealed. Death to our enemies ... |
At 11:52 AM,
Aiyoh!! I can't take the pressure no more!!! To much DotA, will go out clubbing from now on instead. Oh who am I kidding, the joy I feel killing you guys could never be replaced by the drunken powers of alcohol.