[@FallenTrinity][@Emuxe]

[color=f6989d]"Multiplayer, DOI. Also, screw you guys. One day I'll claim my revenge and you'll all wake up lost deep in the hairy folds of my gooch, doomed to wander the teabag realm for eternity."[/color]

[i]Phil chuckled at his own crude sense of humor as he panted up beside the others. He merrily grabbed something from another cylinder after Jake, stroking his beard and grinning.[/i]

[color=f6989d]"Hey, is that treasure!? Shit, man, where's my share? Whoah..."[/color]

[i]Without a thought, he had taken up another staff, though this one by far outclassed the humble chunk of wood he had picked off the trail. It was a seven foot rod of black iron, about as thick as his thumb. Strange pictograms and ritualistic symbols were etched into the metal. Phil looked from one stick to the other, before promptly dropping the dumb wooden one and favoring the artifact with both hands, holding it on high and staring at it with wide eyes.[/i]

[color=f6989d]"Ugh, guys? I've never known this kind of emotion before. This must be how Link feels whenever he finds the Master Sword..."[/color]