The following is a fictional meeting held between the lovable KewL DooD and Lord Sanders. It was submitted by Lothair Mantelar of Sonoma. (I have edited it just a tiny bit, and would like to note that KewL DooD himself thinks that Lord British is just the bestest, kindest, benevolentest monarch any massively multiplayer online RPG could ever wish for in a million jillion years!) KewL DooD: *wipes brown ring from nose*
It's pretty funny, and reminds me of several conversations Dismal Duncan had, (or tried to have) in the days of his youth.
Lord Sanders: Hail and well met, good traveller! How may I helpeth thee this Fine day in the beauty of this fine place, Britain?
KewL DooD: U tawk funn3y, DooD... hehe, like NPC
Lord Sanders: I have heard the same from many. Tell me... I hath heard about a quest going to the Hedgemaze... Dost thou wishest to joineth me in my travels?
KewL DooD: nAH hedgemAz3 fulla pks.. ..and brit sux, laggy and thiefy and fulla bad ppl...
Lord Sanders: Hedgemaz3? Ppl? Thou must beginneth to maketh some sense, I can hardly understand thee.
KewL DooD: DooD, goota RUin to Dectei? i need bon armr
Lord Sanders: Thou'rt makin' little sense, and your Gaudy clothes bother my eyes. Away with thee,I wishest to speak with thee no further!
KewL DooD: dOO3d, U SUCK,.. gio haNg wich ur NPC doOd frnds...
Lord Sanders: I know naught of your "NPC"'s, nor do I have any friends. Away with thee now, Or I shall be forced to unleash my magical Viking Sword's power upon you!
KewL DooD: DOOD! U goota V of PWR??? DOOD! i givvya 20k if its prptch DOOD Editor's note: KewL DooD has never even been in the same room with that much money, let alone have it to spend on a weapon! Just in case you decide to Kill KewL for loot....a fruitless endeavor, BTW.
Lord Sanders: I know little of what thy speaketh of. Now, leave, or by the Virtue of Lord British, I shall be forced to kill thee right now, for irritating me!
Editor's note: See, all this mayhem and bloodshed could have been avoided if only Lord Sanders had brought his Guide to KewL DooDery along...KewL DooD: LB SuX, DooD! Got any fried ChIkN?
KewL DooD: *lags*
Lord Sanders: *stab* *hack*
KewL DooD: *lags* *swoosh*
KewL DooD: *bleeds heavily*
Lord Sanders: *thrust* *parry*
KewL DooD: *swoosh* *bleeds some more*
KewL DooD: *lag* *lag* *lag*
Lord Sanders: *stab* *hack*
KewL DooD: *dies*
Lord Sanders: Thou surely doth sucketh in Battle. If only all my foes were as easy as thee! P'raps I shall kill thee again one day. Oh well. Oh! Look! He had kindling on his corpse!
KewL DooD: OOO ooOoooooOOO oooOOOoo ooo translation from Ghostese: U R u$ing UOE!!! Lam3R!!!
Kewl DooD: *puts 1 gp bounty on Kernel, err, uh, Lord Sanders*