Author's Note: Sorry I'm late with this chapter. I have also redone the last chapter as well, and it might be worth your while to take a look at it.

Chapter 11:

The Tale of Sir Galahad

Sir Galahad continued to run for his life. The demon which pursued him now had been after him since the Demonic Ruins, and now he was near the Rogue's Castle. Yet though his muscles burned with pain and fatigue, and though he was now almost completely out of energy potions, he dared not stop.

"Where are you going, Sir Galahad?" the evil beast which was the Sandwich Lady in her Super Demon form called out mockingly from behind. "You haven't made your selection yet! Have a flesh-eating burgette on me! Buwhahahahahahaha!"

As Sir Galahad continued to run, a level 75 player killer dressed in blue dragonhide armor and wielding a magic shortbow jumps out from behind a rock and begins to fire at Galahad.

"lolz! Die noob! Easy pray!" the player killer gloated happily as he gave chase and fired arrows, though his projectiles failed to do much damage to Sir Galahad. He was forced to come to a stop, however, when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey wat gives?" the player killer demanded as he turned to face who had stopped him from chasing his target.

"'Ello there pkrngrawsme8!" the Sandwich Lady- now back in her human form- said with a pleasant smile. "You look hungry! Have a triangle sandwich on me!"

"K," the player killer pouted as he looked into the Sandwich Lady's box. Then his eyes lit up upon spotting a chocolate bar. "Allrght! Chclte! Thnx noob event!"

As soon as the level 75's hands touched the chocolate bar, though, his life was forfeit.

"I didn't say you could have that, you little worm!" the Sandwich Lady bellowed as she changed back into her demon form. "Die!'

With that, the demonic sandwich vendor raised a flaming breadroll high into the air, then brought it down upon the unfortunate pker's head with the force of a nuclear blast, complete with mushroom cloud.

Sir Galahad was caught by the blast's shockwave as he continued to flee, sending him flying for several yards before crashing back down to earth. As the harried knight looked up- spitting out a mouthful of dirt as he did so- he saw, to his relief, the Rogue's Castle straight ahead. But then, to his great wonder and amazement, he saw a brilliantly shining coming from the topmost tower, a light whose source seemed to take the form of a goblet!

"The Holy Grail!" Sir Galahad declared in awe. With renewed strength and vigor, the young knight forced himself back to his feet and made his way to the gate.

"Open the door!" he declared while pounding upon the gate. "In the name of King Arthur, open the door!"

With an ominous creak, the door swung open.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Galahad asked as he stepped cautiously inside.

No one was there, not even the rogues for whom the castle was named. Drawing his sword, Galahad carefully began to wander the empty halls while making his way for the stairs to the tower. At last he found the spiral staircase and swiftly climbed them and entered the room in which he had seen the Grail.

"At last, the Grail!" he shouted with joy upon seeing the holy chalice sitting there upon the windowsill, "The quest is complete! The Grail- huh? What is this!?"

During his monologue, Galahad had sheathed his sword and reached out to claim the Grail, only to find that it was merely a glass goblet with a high powered light bulb (connected to a battery pack) inside.

"Its not the real Grail? What is going on here?"

Suddenly, the false grail shattered for no apparent reason. A low moan and the sound of many shuffling feet could be heard coming up from the bottom of the stairs.

"A trap!" Galahad declared, drawing his sword and raising his shield as he turned to face the stairs.

For several tense moments, Galahad stared at the door and stairway, awaiting his attackers. At last they came, shuffling forward with their arms raised like zombies. They were dressed all in either bronze or iron, and each one of them bore a lost, vacant expression on their face.

"Free st000000000f!" they groaned in unison.

"Agh! Noob zombies!" Galahad gasped in horror.

"Can I have yer sword?" the nooby undeads moaned as they made their way forward, "Where you get dat armr? Which way to lumby? Free st00f plox!"

"Have at thee, noob monsters!" Galahad declared, raising his sword in salute. "For Camelot!"

With that, the fearless Knight of the Round Table charged his enemies, striking them down with each blow of his sword. Within seconds, the creatures were all dead. Galahad then fled down the stairs and dashed for the door. As he ran, the moaning call of "Free st00f!" echoed all throughout the halls as the revenant noobs began to crawl from their various hiding places.

Galahad struck down every noob which got too close, but he did not stop to fight them all. There were far too many. Ten feet from the door and salvation however, the gates of the Castle of Noobs banged shut of their own accord.

"No! No! No!" Galahad cried as he tugged fruitlessly at the gate. "Open! Open! Open! Open! Open! Open!"

The noob zombies marched onwards toward Sir Galahad, like an endless, evil wave of evil. Their arms were outstretched and their hands grasped for Galahad's gold. Their moaning demands in bad grammer were like daggers to the knight's ears.

"Free st00f! Giv us yur cape! Giv us sum gold! Free st00f plox!"

"Stay back! Get away!" Galahad shouted, hacking frantically as the first members of the terrible hoard got within sword range. "No! Stay away! No! No!"

Suddenly, the door exploded, throwing both Galahad and the noob zombies flying. Out of the smoke rushed Sir Lancelot, Sir Bors, Sir Gawain, and Sir Ector. The latter three were new knights who had recently been recruited by Sir Lancelot to join the Knights of King Arthur. The three new knights charged and began to slay the undead noobs mercilessly, while Sir Lancelot helped Galahad to his feet.

"Come, Galahad! We must flee!"

"Darn right!" Galahad nodded.

Once Galahad had his bearings once more, the Gawain, Bors and Ector broke off, and all five knights fled out into the Wilderness. The swarm of revenants gave chase, but had no hope of catching them.

"Free st00f!" the noob zombies called out desperately.

With a sudden puff of smoke, the Sandwich Lady suddenly appeared once more (in human form)!

"Hello, Hoard of Noob Zombies!" the Sandwich Lady smiled pleasantly, "Have a meat pie on me!"

"Free st00f!" the noobs responded.

"Yes," the Sandwich Lady nodded, "Free stuff. Have a meat pie on me!'

"Free st00f!" the zombies continued to groan.

"Yes, free stuff. Right here," the Sandwich Lady responded, her voice now beginning to grow impatient. "Meat pie. For free. In my box.

"St00f?"

"Yes!"

"Cn we hav yer hat? Were u gt box? Cn we hav it? Giv us free st00f 4 free plox!"

With that, the Sandwich Lady lost all patience and changed back into her demon form with a loud pop.

"That's it! I've had it with you punks!" she cried in a monstrous voice, now hefting a bread roll covered in spikes made of fire. "Die!"

KABOOM!

To Be Continued…