Author's note: Hello again. I present to you more of the story! (pretend to clap, please) To the 2 people following this story (as of when I wrote this), thank you, and sory it took so long. Easter candy-binges aren't good for remembering to upload. I've already finished the next bit, so I should have that up soon too.

Happy belated Easter, and may the sweets be strong with you. On to the story!

Part 4

"Hold on, that wasn't a joke? He's actually trying to shut down the biggest video sharing site on the web?" said an incredulous Hollow. "One of the most popular in the world?"

"Can he do that?"

Rage looked up from his folded hands to look at Tyde. "Nothing is impossible with the amount of Bitch Power he has. And he isn't alone." He nodded to Manic to continue.

"Timothy has been recruiting an army the same as us. Even at FSI, we find spies in the labs weekly. Once it's confirmed they aren't Hollow's…"

He studiously inspected his sword. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I run a very busy ice cream stand with Evanz, and have no need for spies."

"…or Fluke's agents, they are interrogated and held. Most of the times, we don't need to visit the lovely fishspiders to extract the information." She said with a cold smile. "A couple of them mentioned some very big additions to Timothy's force. Four, actually.

"As you all know, most of the Ragican Empire's recruits are Quick Build wanna-be's. Quite a few of them consider Evanz to be a sort of messiah, since he was the very first chosen as a quick-builder."

"Much to my surprise," the duke muttered.

"Those who are deemed 'the most worthy' are even part of a Vote Evanz cult. They thought their Savior and their Lord of Quick Build both would forever lead them to victory for the Ragican Army. They cried for weeks when Evanz joined the Blue King, instead convinced Rage had sent him away." She snorted in derision. "They refused to believe Evanz would choose to leave his 'subjects'. However, some of them took it personally. Three abandoned their squad of 'Specials'. Three terrible builders left for Timothy in anger."

"You mean…" Hollow began, horror evident on his face.

"Yes. The deserters are Wolrag, Nicolasreascos , and worst of all, Vzach!" She paused and waited for their screams to fade. "We can only assume they will specifically target Evanz and Hollow; Evanz for his betrayal, and Hollow for being the temptress that stole him away."

"Well I am quite the catch," Hollow said with a smug sip of tea.

"Still, if it's just them, we still have a good chance of winning. I mean, they have Bitch power, but no tactics," Fluke pointed out.

"They don't have to have tactics."

"Why not?" he asked.

Yunas Jet raised his hand for Manic's attention. "Did they learn how to use portals? Only those of the Master Quartet are allowed to think with portals. We have to stop them with our portals."

"No, Yunas. Will someone get him a computer with Portal 2 on it? He's going through withdrawal already. MoistSeagull, you take care of that." The masked guard bowed and retrieved the computer.

"That's taken care of. Back to the topic at hand. Anyway, realize, I said four new additions, not three. The Specials aren't our biggest problem. As the leader, Mr. Rage will now explain what our biggest problem is."

"Very well, young one," he said, stroking a fake beard he'd attached while everyone's attention was on Manic. "Gather round children, it's time for a story. A tale of epic heroes and failure on an equally epic level. "

"Dude, what the hell is that on your face?" Peace asked in disgust.

"Maybe he killed a cat and stuck it there," Tyde suggested.

Gubiak leaned over, grabbed the beard, and yanked it off Rage's face. "Ow! What the hell was that for Gubi!"

"Opps, my mistake, it isn't a cat. Oh well, here you go Rage, you can have this back." Gubiak held out the mass of grey hair so Rage could grab it. He quickly re-applied the facial hair.

"Of course it's not a cat, stupid Poland. I'm a wise old man with a long, wizened beard! Now do you damn pricks want to hear a story or not!"

Fluke sat up in his couch. "Okay Grandpa. I love your stories!" he said in a tinny falsetto.

"Right then." Rage cleared his throat, preparing it for one of his less horrific accents. "Once, on a server filled with weaponized talking worms, there was a team, a duo that couldn't be beat. No random could ever hope to fully defeat them, for they were the worms of Rage and Hollow! That is, until one day. Because the day a certain random magnificently attacked himself over and over, everything changed.

"Using the brilliant anti-tactic of appearing so weak and pathetic that he wasn't worth our heroes' time to kill, this random avoided our heroes attacking him the entire game, but that wasn't all," the old man said while speeding up his speech. "You see, the duo had been giving quite possibly the worst show of worms up to that point. Something was knocking their game off, causing them to miss, fail at ropes, and blow up their own worms left and right. No worm was immune.

"'What was causing it?' they wondered to each other over Skype. Even at that point, they laughed, not realizing how serious the situation really was. Then it happened. It was just after Hollow managed to take his worm's head out of the terrain. The random's turn had come around, giving him one last chance to save his last two worms from water rise. The other two had already drowned, so without at least an iota of skill, he would lose.

"The friends were in a state of panic. They knew if their enemy succeeded, they would be defenseless against him. Their beacon of hope was that the player would once again fail on his turn, like he had on every turn up 'til then, allowing the game to return to a more normal state. They watched with bated breath as he fumbled with a rope. As he swung toward the safety of a ledge and its crate. As 03 dropped his worm into the water!"

"Everyone had played so badly, but with Robert finally defeated they believed their skill would return. Unfortunately, the after-effects of Robert's Skill Drain and his very presence didn't immediately fade, but it did return to some semblance of normality, with Fat Bastard bitching in a hole, and Hollow being a meanie-face working to kill him. However, the Curse of 03 would return."

Old man Rage excitedly looked around to gauge the room's reactions to his rendition of the tale. His royal guards were clapping, but no one else was paying him any attention.

Yunas was still on Portal 2, whispering sweet nothings to a companion cube. Fluke, Tyde and Evanz had brought out a deck of playing cards. Peace had retrieved Fred from his punishment and was practicing using ninja ropes with him, swinging around the room, while Curaxu could be heard arguing over the phone with Spud about his building choices for the airship fleet. Somehow, Gubiak was already halfway through a Dark Souls speed-run. Even Manic had tuned him out, and was talking with Leni and Hollow about work conditions.

"Guuyyyss! Why weren't you listening to my stoorryyy?"

Fluke looked up from the card game. "Honestly, I was waiting for you to get to the fucking point. We didn't know if you'd ever stop talking."

"Hollow? My story was good, right?"

"Eh, 5/10."

The FSI CEO looked to his trusty employee. "At least you were listening, right Manic?"

She blushed and looked down. "Of course I was at first, but since King Hollow and Leni were talking about how different the HOLLOWGEN is from the FSI zeppelin, and I've heard you practice the story a half-dozen times before…"

Rage's face crumpled. "Fine. 03 joined forces with Timothy. With the Curse of the Worms supplementing his power, he's a serious threat. Done. Hollow can lead the rest of the meeting." He slouched in his chair, hiding the single tear that escaped from his eye. Manic looked apologetically in his direction.

A gavel sounded in the room, halting the activities of the war council. "There will be order in the King's court! Everyone calm down so that we may begin discussion on our battle plans!"

Crew members returned to their seats, and the computers were rolled out by Rage's men. Hollow put the gavel away in his utility belt. "That's more like it. It's good to be King."