yeah so we was Sitting it was Dark...
I could see Thru the Walls...
Money was Printing.
There were Chitters all About the Map.
I placed the Props in a Circle fashion With 6 Points.
And Stood on One.
the Meeting with The Dark Prop Lord was Near
i kept my position with strength and motioned to the rest
drink the Summoning Vials...
i sat there for a second looking at the rest of the vials rising for a second and thought to myself
"fells good to have no admens aroundd..."
i raised my sigil and drank from my vial with haste and started
chanting the words of power and summoning
There was a mist at first, slight and red that started to Bubble from the floor...
Equal lines of distance to ourselves and the mist Connected us to the Prop Void
a gnarled figure made of lockers and saw blades began to crawl out of the surface of the map...
it was Red, and rusty.
I Looked at my Brothers and Ceased my chanting
"should we smoke the ceremonial mixture?"
a loud voice that sounded like a million collisions bellowed
"GET THE MIXtuRE"
we all ceased our movement and began to sweat
our knees were weak...
our arms became heavy with dread as we looked around fumbling for words...
almost in unison we reached into our pockets and procured our mixtures and ceremonial smoking devices
we lit up heavy , blowing our smoke down the wireframe lines that connected us to the center
i started to get mild, but still i smoked.
sending my vapor down the wire frame line.
the rust that had previously plagued the lord began to atomize and crunching filled the server
another loud voice came from the center and stated
"Where Is My Falco's Small Scripts..."
i looked to my left with precision and intent at Ultra.
"Do U Have The Scripts That TyLeR gave Falco Gave You??"
"yes...."
"Give them to the lord.. it is time to ride."
A knock on the door,
then several.
I fumbled to check the scoreboard to see who was Online.
"It's not time for them to know yet" i said..