“I looked for you in the /cel/ discussion thread,” Stannismod said to them.
“We were not there,” Ser Firefu answered.
“Woe to Moot if we had been,” said Ser Buttslut.
“When the General was deleted, the mods slew your waifus with a golden banhammer, and I wondered where you were.”
“Far away,” Ser Firefu said, “or we'd still be posting, and our false brother would burn in seven 404's.”
“I came down on /got/ to lift the siege,” Stannismod told them, “and the Lords CLEGANEBOWL and Eurio dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Frogfu.
“Ser Rickonbro is fled to /y/, with that boy he swears he didn't molest. I thought you might have sailed with him.”
“Ser Rickonbro is a shitposter and true,” said Ser Buttslut.
“But not of the Waifuguard,” Ser Firefu pointed out. “The Waifuguard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Frogfu. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Firefu.
Stannismod's janitors moved up beside him, with shadow banhammers in hand. They were seven against three.
“And now it begins,” said Ser Frogfu, the Sword of Firsts. He unsheathed Ellie_shopping.gif and held it with both hands. Her skin was pale as milkglass, alive with light.