


Quad Danage

by Leegon



Category: Unreal Tournament
Genre: Adventure, Humor
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2003-11-20
Updated: 2003-11-20
Packaged: 2013-05-24 13:29:32
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 489
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1608061/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/489888/Leegon
Summary: Quad Danage - With Tim, Dan and Tom.





	Quad Danage

"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. 


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