Scene 3: Moderator Board
Scene 3: Moderator Board
*i and Drakefyre sit around a table. Maps of all the forums are spread out on it. Notes, arrows, and circlings are scribbled all over them.
Drakefyre: ...and that's how we'll kill the ur-noob. What do you think?
*i: That idea actually sounds like it might work. Let's put it into action.
As Drakefyre and *i begin to stand up, Spawncaytar enters, still carrying the shaking box.
*i: Arancaytar. What are you doing here? What's in the box?
Spawncaytar: I've found something that will help against the ur-noob.
Spawncaytar walks towards Drakefyre and *i. Drakefyre looks at the box critically.
Drakefyre: I don't see how... wait! You're not Aran!
Drakefyre lunges towards Spawncaytar. Spawncaytar hurls the box at him and flees. Spawncaytar exits just as the box slams into the table. The box explodes. The table, maps, and every other thing in the forum is obliterated in the blast. Drakefyre and *i stand no chance of surviving. Their bodies are thrown against a wall. After the explosion, there is an eerie silence, only broken by the creaks and groans of the damaged supports and the growling of a very angry fluffy turtle. The very angry fluffy turtle, finding absolutely no one to take its anger out on, exits.
Drakefyre: ...and that's how we'll kill the ur-noob. What do you think?
*i: That idea actually sounds like it might work. Let's put it into action.
As Drakefyre and *i begin to stand up, Spawncaytar enters, still carrying the shaking box.
*i: Arancaytar. What are you doing here? What's in the box?
Spawncaytar: I've found something that will help against the ur-noob.
Spawncaytar walks towards Drakefyre and *i. Drakefyre looks at the box critically.
Drakefyre: I don't see how... wait! You're not Aran!
Drakefyre lunges towards Spawncaytar. Spawncaytar hurls the box at him and flees. Spawncaytar exits just as the box slams into the table. The box explodes. The table, maps, and every other thing in the forum is obliterated in the blast. Drakefyre and *i stand no chance of surviving. Their bodies are thrown against a wall. After the explosion, there is an eerie silence, only broken by the creaks and groans of the damaged supports and the growling of a very angry fluffy turtle. The very angry fluffy turtle, finding absolutely no one to take its anger out on, exits.