And so, Devin and Fencedude continued on their journey east along the road.
Devin halted for a moment.
"Let's see, which direction did Scottie tell us to go?"
"Generated Messages", answered the intelligent Fencedude.
"Shuddap. Anyway, I recall Scottie saying something along the lines of 'The
Elite', but I'm not sure where that is."
"So what do we do now?"
"Well, my plan is to go to the town of Current Events. We might pick up
some news there", said Devin.
The duo trekked towards Current Events, when suddenly, they heard a noise
coming from the road ahead. "Goddamn ****ing stinkin' *****s. **** them
****s", shouted a voice. Devin and Fence froze.
"Did you hear that?" asked Fence.
"No **** I did. C'mon! Let's mod him!" replied Devin. At that moment,
however, they noticed their visitor had gotten a tad closer, and they
immediately hid for cover. It was then, that Devin realised who it was.
"FLAMERS!" cried Devin.
Fence looked at him. "Flamers? We can mod them.:
"Ugh...arg...Screenshot..."
"?"
"Must...resist...urge...to...flame...ah ****"
Fence immediately modded Devin. "Snap out of it! You'll get
suspended!"
The Flamer whirled around at the flame. He crept closer to the place where Devin
and Fence were hiding.
"Ugh...F...gah...", stammered Devin.
"That's it, you leave me no choice", said Fencedude, and he Warned
Devin. The Flamer stepped back, as if he was hit by something, and ran off.
Devin breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, that was close, but did you HAVE
to Warn me? Why didn't you just Notify me instead?"
"Felt like abusing my power", smiled Fence. "Although I doubt it
was my Warning that caused the Flamer to flee."
"Huh?"
"Listen."
Devin and Fencedude listened for a moment. They heard a quiet chant coming from
down the road, growing louder as it came closer.
"We...are...1337...
head...to...f33t
we....are...teh...rox0r...
watch...out...for...box0r...
we....have...b33r...
j00....must...ph33r..."
Fencedude immediately jumped onto the road. "1337s! They're 1337s!"
Devin jumped after him. The first 1337 looked at Devin. "Hail and well met,
Devin Morgan!"
"How did you know my name?" asked Devin.
"We know, coz we are 1337. Scottie told us anyway. And Darth, that drunk
bastard."
"You know Darth? Who are you?"
The 1337 laughed. "Yes, we have known Darth for a long time
(unfortunately). As for who I am, that I will answer. I am Palidor of the
Rox0rz, Exile of the High 1337s. Many of my kind dwell in the lands of Reality,
but some remain at The Elite."
"The Elite?"
"Yes. The grand halls of KatThePoet, who has seen many a suspension. I'm
sure you want to head there too, carrying whatever you may be carrying."
Devin stalled for a second. "How do you know where we are going, and what
we are carrying?"
"I told you. I'm 1337. Anyway, we're holding a dance party. Wanna
tag?"
Devin and Fence looked at each other. "Uh...sure."
A few hours later, Devin and Fence were rockin' away with the 1337s. The
atmosphere was amazing. Fencedude looked around with awe. Fence never quite
remembered what happened that night, but he did recall eating a box of
after-dinner mints, drinking a few bottles of Johnnie Walker and pickin' up
chix0rz...or trying to anyway. As for Devin, he was trying to listen to the
words said that night. While he was partying, Palidor came back to him.
"I humbly apologize for this lacklustre party. We had better ones in
1998." said Palidor, raving inside the circle with Devin.
"It's still pretty sweet", replied Devin. "j00 r t3H r0x0rz, you
are extremely kind and generous", he added in 1337 sp33k.
Palidor laughed again. "Sp33k no 1337 here, d00ds! Here we have one who
sp33ks 1337 himself! Darth was a good master."
"He was?"
"He was truly 1337. Pretty popular amongst us 1337s, especially with his
debut concert in a few weeks in The Elite."
Devin blinked. "Concert?"
"Yup. You should see him now. He rox0rz."
"Why am I afraid...", said Devin with a shake of his head.
And so, the party continued...
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