Berserk
I am Them...
ACT III
Meet ColdDarkKarlsson!
So, as you all remember, our heroes have travelled through the cold dark northern woods and saw some building on the top of the mountain, but suddenly they heard a strange noise... They started looking around but saw nothing. And later they saw something big, that was flying to them!
H: Oh hells, what's that again? Helicopter?
B: I think that it is a dragon, let's kill him. (starts biting him oun hand to recieve berzerk rage and fury) Arrghhh, come on, dragon!
Face to face,
one on one,
I shall slay you,
Thy'll be done!
S: Hmm, nope! Dragons don't make such terrible noise and don't spread fuel smell miles around! It's something mechanical, maybe evil cyborg-killer from other dimension! Anyway, we shoud be ready. Takes his axe
The strange object gets closer and closer and they see, that it's a huge man with a propeller on his back.
H: Seems like I've read about this guy...
Then they hear the voice:
YOU WALK THE COLD DARK NORTHERN WOOD, SO THAT MEANS, THAT IT'S MY WOOD. Guess WHO I am?
B, H, S: COLDDARKNORD!!!
Propellerman: Hahaha!! Wrong!! I'm ColdDarkKarlsson, the keeper of this wood. What brought you here?
H: Do you see me?
CDK: Oh, shit.
uke: What an ugly, disgasting person!!!
H: Yeah, an evil arabian wizard Al Rusty Met has cursed me!!
CDK: Well, then you'll need help. Take this propellers and fly to the castle on the top of that mountain, you'll find someone who can help there!
He casts a spell and three propellers appear.
S: No, I don't need that, I'll use teleportation. For the one, who is familiar with the fifth dimension, that's quite easy.
Disappears in a flash of light
H: I'm so tired of those damn flashes. I must have taken the sunglasses...
The others take on the propellers and fly away.
CDK: Goodbye, piskas! Good luck to you, elkfuckers!
So, our heroes have reached the grim castle and met Sonm, who was already there.
S: I have scouted the area, while you where kicking your lazy asses here. There is an inscription on the gates of the castle, and you know, what that is?
H, B: Hmmm...
S: Go and look yourself!
They come to the gate and see the grim sign - DIMMU BORGIR..
Suddenly the door opens by it's own will and the the travellers enter...
END OF ACT III.
Meet ColdDarkKarlsson!
So, as you all remember, our heroes have travelled through the cold dark northern woods and saw some building on the top of the mountain, but suddenly they heard a strange noise... They started looking around but saw nothing. And later they saw something big, that was flying to them!
H: Oh hells, what's that again? Helicopter?
B: I think that it is a dragon, let's kill him. (starts biting him oun hand to recieve berzerk rage and fury) Arrghhh, come on, dragon!
Face to face,
one on one,
I shall slay you,
Thy'll be done!
S: Hmm, nope! Dragons don't make such terrible noise and don't spread fuel smell miles around! It's something mechanical, maybe evil cyborg-killer from other dimension! Anyway, we shoud be ready. Takes his axe
The strange object gets closer and closer and they see, that it's a huge man with a propeller on his back.
H: Seems like I've read about this guy...
Then they hear the voice:
YOU WALK THE COLD DARK NORTHERN WOOD, SO THAT MEANS, THAT IT'S MY WOOD. Guess WHO I am?
B, H, S: COLDDARKNORD!!!
Propellerman: Hahaha!! Wrong!! I'm ColdDarkKarlsson, the keeper of this wood. What brought you here?
H: Do you see me?
CDK: Oh, shit.

H: Yeah, an evil arabian wizard Al Rusty Met has cursed me!!
CDK: Well, then you'll need help. Take this propellers and fly to the castle on the top of that mountain, you'll find someone who can help there!
He casts a spell and three propellers appear.
S: No, I don't need that, I'll use teleportation. For the one, who is familiar with the fifth dimension, that's quite easy.
Disappears in a flash of light
H: I'm so tired of those damn flashes. I must have taken the sunglasses...
The others take on the propellers and fly away.
CDK: Goodbye, piskas! Good luck to you, elkfuckers!
So, our heroes have reached the grim castle and met Sonm, who was already there.
S: I have scouted the area, while you where kicking your lazy asses here. There is an inscription on the gates of the castle, and you know, what that is?
H, B: Hmmm...
S: Go and look yourself!
They come to the gate and see the grim sign - DIMMU BORGIR..
Suddenly the door opens by it's own will and the the travellers enter...
END OF ACT III.