I shall inform you newbies of the plague which came to our humble forums in the form of endtype.
It was a cool summers day on TPH, and everyone was happy, much like everyday. I was fishing in TPH's River of Steakâ„¢(which is off limits to all but me!). Everything seemed right with the world as I caught a T-bone followed by Tender loins and began to engorge myself. Then HE came.
The temperature dramatically decreased and all the trees began to die. But worst of all to my horor, the river of steak.... became a river of salad! I quickly wraped myself in a coat made from the leafy dish which some people call "food" to keep myself from freezing. It kept me alive, but not as well as it would have been had my coat been made of steaks.
A tall, skinny, evil ifeminate figure krept towards us, all members of the site stoped what they were doing and came fowards crowding around the new member. Usually when a new member arrives its a happy occasion, no matter how weird they seem to be we take them in with joy and they become one of us. This time, we were wrong to try.
The abomination that had tainted the paradise that was TPH was given the title endtype. He took no time in trying to finish destroying everything, with his flames and idiocy. What little amounts of food and vegitation strong enough to have survived his arrival was quickly killed. Our paradise was now a hell and for a moment we knew not what to do.
We tried to fight it off one by one but it was to powerful to handle alone, it used an attack that was so heinous and disgusting that all I can tell you was that it involved its anus a paper clip and a tub of gravy. One by one we fell, not on the brink of insanity and death we retreated to the only safe haven and food source, the hidden river of stea... no at the time it was salad.
There we managed to mend our wounds, and we did have something to eat, despite how disgusting it was. We decided that our lone attacks were useless and that we had to stand united. Most of all we had to organize ourselves! We had to use tactics to make up for the strength we lost on our vegitarian diet. After much planning we decided on a plan of action and attacked.
We quickly made our way towards Endtypes dwelling, a cold disgusting looking building that was once TPH's hall of l33t Hawtness and ButtsecksÂâ„¢. His desicration of the building added more to our rage and cause. We attacked! He was a powerful foe, but there is strength in numbers, and oh did we have numbers. Every member at the time was doing everything they could to hurt him, but even with our numbers and tactics he was difficult to damage.
He used his heinous attack again and killed several members, but we were not to be dismayed! Before he had time to charge up a second attack I used the wooden spoonâ„¢ on him, the anal splinters disrupted the attack and it backfired causing him to explode. In an instant the food, vegitation and steak came back, but our buildings stayed in ruins.
It was up to us to rebuild TPH, and we did a good job of it. A few other Endtypes would enter TPH, but with its weakness known to us we quickly did away with them. To this day we are ever vigilant, making sure that the events described above never again happen.
