Holy Site Rules of VGInterface
To all board users:
With apologies to Monty Python:
Vanguard: Yes, I can help you find the Vanguard UI Mod.
Vanguard UI Modders: Oh, thank you. Oh...
Vanguard: To the north there lies a cave -- the cave of VGInterface -- wherein, carved in mystic runes upon the very living rock, the last words of Olfin Bedwere of Rheged... *boom* ...make plain the last resting place of the Vanguard UI Mod.
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Where could we find this cave, O Vanguard?
Vanguard: Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valour, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave Vanguard UI Modders, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: What an eccentric performance.
*clop clop clop*
Greybur: They're nervous, sire.
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!
Vanguard: Behold the cave of VGInterface!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Right! Keep me covered.
Greybur: What with?
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: W-- just keep me covered.
Vanguard: Too late!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: What?
Vanguard: There he is!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Where?
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: What, behind the Board Troll?
Vanguard: It *is* the Board Troll.
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: You silly sod!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: You got us all worked up!
Vanguard: Well, that's no ordinary Board Troll!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Ohh.
Vanguard: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered troll you ever set eyes on!
Jalen: You git! I soiled my armour I was so scared!
Vanguard: Look, that Board Troll's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
Greybur: Get stuffed!
Vanguard: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Greybur: Oh, yeah?
Jalen: You mangy Scots git!
Vanguard: I'm warning you!
Jalen: What's he do, nibble your bum?
Vanguard: He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
Sigil Games OnlineŽ: Go on, Aradune. Chop his head off!
Aradune: Right! Silly little bleeder. One Board Troll stew comin' right up!