The Pit Lord has a talk show as a special message. "Honey, I-I'm a demon. *gasps all around* A Pit Lord, actually."Emperor Inferno post=9.73472.796923 said:Warcraft, after clicking on one unit several times.
orc footsoldier "Stop touching me!"
elf archer: "you don't touch the other elves like that." (they were all chicks)
.....TheDean post=9.73472.796994 said:"you're stolen goods are now forfeit"
Hehe, was just about to write that one!hayaki post=9.73472.797065 said:Monkey Island...hehheheheh.
Murray the skull:
I shall put your head on a pike and Stride through the gates of hell...
"Stride?"
"...ROLL! I will ROLL through the gates of hell! Must you take the fun out of EVERYTHING?"
Lucious Aldin: Look at the size of that guy's head!
Lucious Aldin: Astonishing
Lucious Aldin: Won't be long now, .
Lucious Aldin: Soon we'll hear the telling pop and then...
Techsmith 314: Pop? what pop?
Techsmith 314: You said you worked magic on me to do away with all the popping.
Techsmith 314: There shouldn't be any popping.
Techsmith 314: There's protective magic! You said so! Make it protect!
Lucious Aldin: Calm down. Of course there's protective magic, 314.
Lucious Aldin: I worked hard weaving the Dark Arts to minimize any potential mess.
Lucious Aldin: Just like I said, my spells will keep the inevitable rupture contained within a small sphere that encases your skull so we won't get splashed by stray brain matter.
Techsmith 314: Okay. Yeah. I get it. That's great. Just great. We'll do that then.
Techsmith 314: You know, I'm good with it, really, I am.
Techsmith 314: But why wait?
Techsmith 314: Let me just get a Vulcan Bolter and access this knowledge in my brain right freaking now!
Techsmith 314: ... Hey! I can't move! Why can't I move?
Lucious Aldin: Oh, that's just the Death Sphere spell getting situated. Soon you'll be completely enfolded in its warm embrace.
Lucious Aldin: Then, when you blow, we'll stay nice and tidy.
Techsmith 314: Controlling the Demonic rage within me is getting especially difficult, .
Techsmith 314: You'd better come back in a little bit.
Techsmith 314: I'm liable to - I AM THE DARKNESS THAT ROILS BENEATH THE MASTICATING PESTILENCE - and so on and so forth.
Lucious Aldin: I wish there were a crank on his temple we could turn and a little spring to make it all go.
Lucious Aldin: Seems more dramatic that way.
Lucious Aldin: Still, I think we're in for a dandy show! He's going o blow real soon now!
Techsmith 314: This is the end.
Techsmith 314: I can feel - THE PULSE OF BILLIONS QUAVERING BENEATH MY - head that's about to explode - IN SHOWERS OF ANGUISHED GLEE WROUGHT BY THE PAIN OF - my back.
Techsmith 314: It really aches.
Techsmith 314: I could use a Tylen - AAAAHHHH! - Ahhh!
Lucious Aldin: Yes! Look at him go!
Lucious Aldin: The Oracle's knowledge has finally burst into the cavernous mind of my little receptacle.
Lucious Aldin: This is brilliant!
Lucious Aldin: The collision of incomprehensible stories of data and the barren waste of 314's head has resulted in a localized Rift!
Lucious Aldin: And beyond the threshold The Oracle lies in wait.
Lucious Aldin: Our options are simple...
Lucious Aldin: We can either take turns kicking 314 in the specials until he coughs up some info, or you can jump into that mind portal of his, reach the limit of his imagination, and force The Oracle's vault of knowledge open.
Lucious Aldin: To help you, I'll remain behind and continually kick 314 in the Specials like we discussed...
Lucious Aldin: To keep him off balance! Yes! Off Balance is a plausible excuse.
Fight your way through the mind of 314, meet Lucious Aldin.
Lucious Aldin: Must destroy Techmith's life. Must ruin Techsmith's life. Must destroy Techsmith's life.
Lucious Aldin: All right! I'm ready! Let's do this thing! Let's light this candle! Come on now, whip open your inventory and activate this Oracle, Vlad! Let's see what this puppy can do. If it doesn't perform, we can always eat it. It's going to be so good with a little hollandaise. Techsmith 314! Make us the ritual sauce immediately!
Lucious Aldin: Yes! Except for the bit about the vicegrip on 314's face, it worked perfectly! And how! But before
Techsmith 314: Lovely, sir. Just lovely. Tell me, does that process involve smashing my knees or maybe poking the old crotch with something sharp?
Lucious Aldin: Of course not! We just need to submerge you in the Cauldron of Eternal Happiness.
Techsmith 314: Oh! Grand... You'll forgive me if I remain skeptical, sir. Coming from you that sounds like another name for "spike hole."
Lucious Aldin: Of course not, Silly Boy With Monkey-Like Demon Attached To Face. Trust your master! Lucious fails no one he doesn't inadvertently kill!
Techsmith 314: Come again?
Lucious Aldin: We'll ferry you to the Cauldron, dunk you right quick, trigger The Oracle to release its tremendous vault of knowledge, and be home in time for supper. Then all the wisdom of Demonkind will spill forth, or out, or in, or somewhere. It should be quite spectacular. There is a problem, though... The Cauldron is housed within the mysterious realm of Chocolate Park and is guarded by the ever vigilant Wall of Frosting. Well then! Shall we be off?
Lucious Aldin: Here we are then!
Techsmith 314: Excuse me, sir, but I thought you said it was the Cauldron of Eternal happiness? This is a bloody large pit of fire.
Lucious Aldin: What? No, it's not. Maybe you're thinking of something else, eh? This is clearly the Cauldron of Eternal Happiness. I'm quite sure.
Techsmith 314: First, it's the only thing in the area.
Second, I'm pretty sure is a bloody large pit of fire given that it's clearly pit-like and contains an astonishing amount of flame!
Lucious Aldin: Right then... Be a good chap and use your head to see what's at the bottom.
Techsmith 314: Oh my! Thank you, sir! I cherish the oppurtunity. Alas, I must reluctantly decline. Really, me and the old shrieking demon monkey are getting along rather well these days, sir. I honestly don't even feel him raping my face with evil anymore. The relationship has become quite symbiotic, I assure you. Best I've ever had, actually!
Lucious Aldin: It'll be even better when you dunk your head into these waves of searing happiness! That'll trigger the cascade of scorching knowledge. The merger between you two will then complete, at which point The Oracle should fuse to your brain. Don't be afraid! It's simple math.
Block of cheese plus tortilla plus heat equals melted goodness and the key to discovering Truth. Substitute your brain and The Oracle where appropriate.
Techsmith 314: [turn] Right. I'm going to go ahead and run for my life now. I'll see you in a bit, okay?
Lucious Aldin: Ooo-ee! This is just like when we play "Musical Banana" back at Charing Cross! After him, [player name].
Techsmith 314: Okay... You got me. Happy? I sure am! I won't struggle, [player name]. I'll follow you back with my tail between my legs and the stupid face-raping demon firmly affixed to my head. At this point I'm actually looking forward to being horribly burned alive. It's going to be a change of pace, I think.
Lucious Aldin: You got him! Swell! No let's tip him over and get cooking. Literally speaking, of course.
Techsmith 314: Don't you mean figuratively speaking!?! He means figuratively, right, [player name]?
Lucious Aldin: Sure, sure. Whatever you say, love. Oops! In you go!
Techsmith 314: Yyyaaahhh! It burns significantly more than you might think! Yyyaaahhh!
Lucious Aldin: He's taking this rather well.
Techsmith 314:' Oh god! It feels like the surface of the sun is being smashed into my eyes!
Lucious Aldin: Sounds about right...
Well, there we are! All done. How do you feel, 314?
Techsmit 314: I AM THE CORRUPTOR OF THE COSMOS. I HAVE BURNED BILLIONS OF SOULS I SHALL DEVOUR-
Lucious Aldin: Back to your old self then. Good, good. Now we'll just head over to comfy Charing Cross Station and let nature take its course. Say, are you hungry, 314?
Techsmith 314: YES.
Lucious Aldin: How does Indian sound?
Techsmith 314: THE OBLITERATOR OF WORLDS AND SAVAGER OF YOUTHS DOES NOT EAT INDIAN.
Lucious Aldin: Perhaps a kebab or something Mexican then?
Lucious Aldin: 314 is coming along just fine! Don't you worry about him, [player name]. Soon his brain will be positively overflowing with informative goodness. Just you keep checking back to see.
Techsmith 314: Yes, I really am feelin like - RAPING THE SOULS OF WORLDS INTO ASH WITH SWORDS OF MALEVOLENT HATRED THAT SPREAD DECAYING FLESH INTO ARCS OF - Gyack!
Um, sorry about that. Seems to happen a lot these days. Lucius says it'll clear up soon.
Lucious Aldin: Or it'll kill you.
Techsmith 314: Yes. Or it'll kill me. Thank you, Lucious. Really, I'm looking forward to one or the other, [player name]. I just think - CHILDREN SHALL BE CLEAVED AND RIVEN IN THE WAKE OF ETERNAL PLUMES OF MISERY THAT BLANKET THE LAND WITH THE BLOOD OF LIFE BEFOULED BY THE SIN OF BIRTH AND THE RAPE OF WORLDS - Yarck! Oh dear. I think I need to lie down.
Lucious Aldin: Yes, yes! Upside down! That'll get the evil juices flowing the right way. This'll take some time, [player name]. You might want to check with Arphaun. He'll have work lined up for you. Come back and look in on 314, though. You never know when the knowledge is going to pop.
Techsmith 314: Oh my... I think I need to use the privy-OF DESECRATION!