http://backpack.tf/vote/id/51f97d7e4bd7b89772000015
Goodbye mighty hat. You done us good, but don't hate us blame the Gaben.
Here's a poem that I found. (http://tf2r.com/lose.html) some music to listen too while you read.
The Familiar Fez awoke to the opening of Offline's backpack. It had been sitting in there for some time recently, and the bright light burned his eyes despite his sunglasses.
"Come with me, Fez. We're going on an adventure." Offline said.
The Fez was elated. He hadn't been outside in sometime. Tucked beneath Offline's arm, The Fez chatted incessantly.
"I'm a fez, aren't fezzes cool! Heh heh! That joke's still funny, right!"
Offline walked on in silence, looking slightly morose. He walked to a large pit in the ground. Suddenly Fez panicked. He knew what was in that pit. Offline walked to the edge of the craft pile, and threw Fez in. But Fez managed to grab the side of the craft pit, and the once mighty hat began pleading for mercy.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO GOD NO! PLEASE DON'T PUT ME IN THERE! PLEASE SAVE ME! NO I DON'T WANT TO BECOME ONE OF THEM! I CAN STILL TAUNT, IT'S COOL, RIGHT! PLEASE NO!!!!"
And Offline looked down at the now pathetic and blubbering Fez, and with contempt in his voice said only,
"God has no place in Team Fortress. It is Gaben that has forsaken you."
With a swift kick Offline knocked Fez into the craft pile, while it screamed and screamed. It lived there for the rest of its days, cursing how it had fallen. It would catch a glimpse of daylight from time to time, and found itself wishing it had been born an Unusual.
The Fez knew one thing though. If it ever got out, this "Gaben" would meet vengeance.
Upvoted with sadness.
Goodbye mighty hat. You done us good, but don't hate us blame the Gaben.
Here's a poem that I found. (http://tf2r.com/lose.html) some music to listen too while you read.
The Familiar Fez awoke to the opening of Offline's backpack. It had been sitting in there for some time recently, and the bright light burned his eyes despite his sunglasses.
"Come with me, Fez. We're going on an adventure." Offline said.
The Fez was elated. He hadn't been outside in sometime. Tucked beneath Offline's arm, The Fez chatted incessantly.
"I'm a fez, aren't fezzes cool! Heh heh! That joke's still funny, right!"
Offline walked on in silence, looking slightly morose. He walked to a large pit in the ground. Suddenly Fez panicked. He knew what was in that pit. Offline walked to the edge of the craft pile, and threw Fez in. But Fez managed to grab the side of the craft pit, and the once mighty hat began pleading for mercy.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO GOD NO! PLEASE DON'T PUT ME IN THERE! PLEASE SAVE ME! NO I DON'T WANT TO BECOME ONE OF THEM! I CAN STILL TAUNT, IT'S COOL, RIGHT! PLEASE NO!!!!"
And Offline looked down at the now pathetic and blubbering Fez, and with contempt in his voice said only,
"God has no place in Team Fortress. It is Gaben that has forsaken you."
With a swift kick Offline knocked Fez into the craft pile, while it screamed and screamed. It lived there for the rest of its days, cursing how it had fallen. It would catch a glimpse of daylight from time to time, and found itself wishing it had been born an Unusual.
The Fez knew one thing though. If it ever got out, this "Gaben" would meet vengeance.
Upvoted with sadness.
