Today is a rather mundane day. Nothing much to do. Still feel like I'm in need of more holidays. And ofcourse... DOTA!!! Since I'm stranded on deathtrap island here, all hope is lost. So I'll go do the next best thing. As a blogger and DOTA'er I shall conform to the traditional ritual of attempting to write short fantasy stories based on past DOTA experiences. Here goes.......
As the dust settles from the previous battle, the bond of loyalty and brotherhood broken, a new alliance was formed. One which promises victory through unparallel carnage. The battle starts of with the traditional care-free stroll down a peaceful path through the forest. (Insert “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head” song here) Then comes the primary confrontation between two beings bent on the total annihilation of each other. In this case, the terminaly insane Bloodseeker and the Dreaded “I can spit phlegm over a mile” Viper. The first thought that came to the mind of the Bloodseeker was “damn that’s an ugly bird”. As he proceded to dig his bloody claws into the bowels of the poor helpless scourge grunts, he noticed a tingling intermittent wet sensation atop his head. Upon further inspection he thought to himself, “no way, that damn bird is spitting on me, NO WAY!” “Thats just outright disgusting.” And so the Bloodseeker proceded to take the most polite action he knows of in response to the the humiliation. He began plunging his blood soaked claws into the bust of the horrendous avian beast. This was a mistake for the equally ugly grunts of the scourge begin to surround the bloodseeker and maul at his sides and back. Through sheer perseverance he manages to crawl out of his mistake alive. Seeking refuge behind the ancient protector, he begins to recuperate. His eyes fixed on the ugly bird. Swearing vengeance. Sweet sweet vengeance. As the battle progresses the bird continuously takes cheap pot shots at the now infuriated bloodseeker. Soon the battlefield changes and the bloodseeker teams up with a very reliable cow. The Earthshaker. His ability to stun is unparallel. His contribution to the kills of the bloodseeker even more so. Together they roam the forests in search of unsuspecting prey. One of the easiest kills are that of the death prophet. With one foot already in the grave, a quick stun slash kill combo was practically effortless. With so little life, the death prophet was always an easy kill for the bloodseeker. However, no kill brings more delight to the bloodseeker then that of watching the dreaded bird of ugliness incarnate squeal as its life’s blood is drained from its being. Aaah, a sweet death it is indeed. Then, as time goes by, teams began to stick closely together. Picking of strays became harder. Full blown fights were the new trend. Words like “double kill”, “triple kill”, “godlike” and “beyond godlike” were commonly heard in the presence of the deadly bloodseeker. The rate which he recovers from a kill is unfathomable. Death is all around. Victory was at hand. Alas, it was not to be. The Gods themselves has cursed this unfortunate beast of bloody massacre. His enemies begin to devise a strategy to counter the tremendous stunning power of the earthshaker and the incredible killing speed of the bloodseeker. They begin to focus all their spits on the frail pitiful body of the disease stricken bloodseeker. Yes, SPIT! They all spit. The butt ugly bird, the skeleton lady, they all spit. Somesort of ectoplasmic twirling goo, but spit non the less. A thoroughly disgusting bunch they are indeed. Gallons and gallons of phlegm begin to pile on the bloodseeker’s head, drowning him, corroding every inch of his body. In the end, all is lost. The bloodseeker falls. His companions follow not far behind. To be exact, two or three seconds behind. From that moment on, the battle went downhill for the bloodseeker and all who follow his path of righteous carnage. Though forced to suffer inevitable defeat, the war is not over. There will be a time, in the not so distant future (hopefully just 6 months), the bloodseeker shall rise again, terror and mindless carnage shall spread across the land once more. All shall fear his return. Someday……… |
At 2:39 PM,
Heh good one man, must be really boring over there. I spat phlegm on you!!!