DA PIE OF DESTINY
Once upon a time, a very nice hobbit baked a beautiful apple pie.
Golden crust. Sweet apples. Lovely smell.
Da pie was so beautiful that even da most miserable RoR player would briefly forget to make a forum post about how da game is ruined.
Da hobbit was very proud.
And den...
DUNGSNIFFA BROWNFINGA ARRIVED.
Nobody invited him.
He simply appeared beside da pie, stared at it, raised his finger and...
TOUCHED IT.
Da hobbit screamed.
"MY PIE!"
Dungsniffa ran away laughing.
"HAHAHA! DA PIE HAS BEEN BROWNFINGA'D!"
Later dat day, a man named Ruby found da pie.
Ruby was hungry.
Ruby saw pie.
Ruby ate pie.
One bite.
Two bites.
Three bites.
Then his stomach made a noise that no mortal stomach should ever make.
And then...
FRAAAAAAAAAAAP.
But dis was no ordinary fart.
The fart traveled through time, space, and the Warp.
It crossed worlds, realities and ages that had not yet happened.
Until somewhere, far away...
HORUS SNIFFED.
He stopped.
He sniffed again.
And something inside him snapped.
Suddenly Horus was fighting his father.
Then he was fighting some of his brothers.
And before long, a whole bunch of gitz somewhere were having a VERY BAD TIME.
Somewhere far away Dungsniffa sat quietly, sniffed his fingar and da voices said:
"Dat waz a pretty good pie."
THE END.
