The scene sets on a cold winters night. A small house on a hill glowing with warmth through the small windows carved by the inhabitants of the cottage. As the view pans inside, a well lit fire is being tended with extra small logs of wood to continue it's effervescent ability. A man, painted with wrinkles and war scars, sits back down to enjoy the warmth provided, "Kirby, make me some motha fucking stew!", orders the man. Off to the side, a woman with bulging tits, and a nice ass walks into the small dim lit room. "Fuck you Defodijabox, you make your own god damn motha fucking stew!", "Blasphemy Women! I order you to make me some MOTHA FUC-", "Hoot! Hoot!", an Owl appears at the window, under the deep snowstorm that now engulfs the cottage, "Hoot! Hoot! You two must come back to the lands of C-rpgay and create a name for yourselves! You shall go under the name of my spirit and protect my honor and my bad ass face.", Startled, but with complete understanding, Defodijabox, and Kirby immediately bow down to the Owl. Saying at the same time, synchronized, "Yes Mr. Owl, we shall do as you say, we will recruit one and all who wish to be under thy name, and serve to protect you and only you.", "Good, then it is done, Hoot! Hoot!", The Owl then flies away. Defodijabox, and Kirby look at each other, both with the same face, they understood what must be done, they immediately packed their gear, prepared for their voyage, wrote out the plans for the map, and put... the effervescent fire... out.
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