"Quad Danage - featuring Tim and Tom"
by Tim
Dan: I have an idea!
Tom: That's nice.
Tim: So, do you want to play Unreal Tournament?
Tom: Sure.
Dan: B... But... I have an idea...
Tim: Quiet. This fanfic is poor enough as it is.
AND SO THEY LOAD UP UNREAL TOURNAMENT
Tim: GRAAAAAARGH! AUTHENTICATION FAILED!
Tom: See, that's what you get when you use the pirated disc.
DISC GET!
Tim: Now I can play normally.
Dan: wha... bu... Nah, I'm not even going to ask how it happened.
Tom: NOW WE SHALL PLAY
BEGIN!
Tim: Hmmm... where is everyone?
Dan: I sold my copy of Unreal Tournament ages ago! LOSERS!
Tom: And I am camping.
Tim: oh yeah?!? Well I have the BFG 9000!
Tom: but this is Unreal Tournament!
Tim: That's not what the fanfic title suggests!
Tom: But you only called it that because it's a pun! And Dan isn't even playing!
Dan: SNIPE!
Tim: Or was he?
Dan: No. I wasn't.
Tim: and who knows if we really ARE playing UT?
Tom: Me.
Tim: Oh. x_X
Tom: HAH! j00 4|23 teh n00b! I BAT YUO!
Tim: /godmodeon
Tom: argh.
KILLNIG SPURREE!
Tom: Heeeey, that's cheating!
Tim: _
Tim: 347 |23|)33/\/\3|2!!!1!!1!!one!!1
Tom: I have no idea what you said.
Tom: /loaded
Tim: /loaded allammo
Tom: /fly
Tim: ARGH!
Tim: /allcheatson
Tom: Erm... /addbots 9 billion
Tim: /leave
Tom: O_O
Tom: ARGH!
Tom: Errrm...
BACK AT THE PUB
Dan: So, you finally gave up, eh?
Tim: Well, Tom's stuck with 8 billion bots to fight now.
Tim: Last thing I heard, he was screaming about lag.
Dan: Well Tim, you should know that you can't just CTRL-ALT-DELETE out of life's problems.
Tim: That sounded philosophical, but I don't understand the siginificance. Or relevance.
Dan: Maybe there was none.... *makes mysterious wavy arm movements*
Tim: Shut up.
Dan: You buying the next round?
Tim: I bought the last. And you're underage. Also, you owe me twenty quid.
Dan: _ _ CTRL-ALT-DELETE! CTRL-ALT-DELETE!
Tim: *smacks Dan with blackjack, watches him crumple to the ground*
Tim: Looks like your system just crashed.
Bartender: Make a line like that again and I'll throw you out.
Tim: You're not the moderator of me. What are you going to do, mark me for censor bypass? Eh? EH?
Bartender: That's it. Out.
Tim: Awww, that's harsh, maaaaan. You're keeping me down, maaaaan. Spread the love.
Bartender: Spread it like an INFECTION! DEI! *gunshots*
Tim: x_X
LATER ON
Tom: Haha! Eat my dust, bots!
Tom: My god... I've been fighting these bots for hours now.
Tom: My god... I have no life.
Tom: *sob*
TOMINATOR7 WAS RIDDLED FULL OF HOLES BY BROCK'S MINIGUN!
EDN.
by Tim
Dan: I have an idea!
Tom: That's nice.
Tim: So, do you want to play Unreal Tournament?
Tom: Sure.
Dan: B... But... I have an idea...
Tim: Quiet. This fanfic is poor enough as it is.
AND SO THEY LOAD UP UNREAL TOURNAMENT
Tim: GRAAAAAARGH! AUTHENTICATION FAILED!
Tom: See, that's what you get when you use the pirated disc.
DISC GET!
Tim: Now I can play normally.
Dan: wha... bu... Nah, I'm not even going to ask how it happened.
Tom: NOW WE SHALL PLAY
BEGIN!
Tim: Hmmm... where is everyone?
Dan: I sold my copy of Unreal Tournament ages ago! LOSERS!
Tom: And I am camping.
Tim: oh yeah?!? Well I have the BFG 9000!
Tom: but this is Unreal Tournament!
Tim: That's not what the fanfic title suggests!
Tom: But you only called it that because it's a pun! And Dan isn't even playing!
Dan: SNIPE!
Tim: Or was he?
Dan: No. I wasn't.
Tim: and who knows if we really ARE playing UT?
Tom: Me.
Tim: Oh. x_X
Tom: HAH! j00 4|23 teh n00b! I BAT YUO!
Tim: /godmodeon
Tom: argh.
KILLNIG SPURREE!
Tom: Heeeey, that's cheating!
Tim: _
Tim: 347 |23|)33/\/\3|2!!!1!!1!!one!!1
Tom: I have no idea what you said.
Tom: /loaded
Tim: /loaded allammo
Tom: /fly
Tim: ARGH!
Tim: /allcheatson
Tom: Erm... /addbots 9 billion
Tim: /leave
Tom: O_O
Tom: ARGH!
Tom: Errrm...
BACK AT THE PUB
Dan: So, you finally gave up, eh?
Tim: Well, Tom's stuck with 8 billion bots to fight now.
Tim: Last thing I heard, he was screaming about lag.
Dan: Well Tim, you should know that you can't just CTRL-ALT-DELETE out of life's problems.
Tim: That sounded philosophical, but I don't understand the siginificance. Or relevance.
Dan: Maybe there was none.... *makes mysterious wavy arm movements*
Tim: Shut up.
Dan: You buying the next round?
Tim: I bought the last. And you're underage. Also, you owe me twenty quid.
Dan: _ _ CTRL-ALT-DELETE! CTRL-ALT-DELETE!
Tim: *smacks Dan with blackjack, watches him crumple to the ground*
Tim: Looks like your system just crashed.
Bartender: Make a line like that again and I'll throw you out.
Tim: You're not the moderator of me. What are you going to do, mark me for censor bypass? Eh? EH?
Bartender: That's it. Out.
Tim: Awww, that's harsh, maaaaan. You're keeping me down, maaaaan. Spread the love.
Bartender: Spread it like an INFECTION! DEI! *gunshots*
Tim: x_X
LATER ON
Tom: Haha! Eat my dust, bots!
Tom: My god... I've been fighting these bots for hours now.
Tom: My god... I have no life.
Tom: *sob*
TOMINATOR7 WAS RIDDLED FULL OF HOLES BY BROCK'S MINIGUN!
EDN.