3:00 in the morning, A chilly breeze in the air. I stopped and looked around on the empty street I was walking on. I had just slain another noob with the power of grammer (lol!11!!) and I was carrying his dead carcass over my shoulder, heading home to my girlfriend, Patty o'Furnitue. I continued down the street a… Read more

3:00 in the morning, A chilly breeze in the air. I stopped and looked around on the empty street I was walking on. I had just slain another noob with the power of grammer (lol!11!!) and I was carrying his dead carcass over my shoulder, heading home to my girlfriend, Patty o'Furnitue. I continued down the street and around the corner where I encountered an individual leaning against a telephone pole in a dark trenchcoat with the giant letters "WILL" on the back. I had no idea who it could be. "That looks heavy." he said in a heavy smoker-Batman like voice. "It is." I replied. "I'll take half of it so it won't be so heavy. I haven't eaten a good N00b in a few weeks." he said. "Ok. But could you stop talking like that?" I asked. "Alright he said. We cut the carcass in half and skipped merrily home. The moral of that story is the Cake is a lie.