Render-Wars Finals Week: Ep 2: Attack of the NTs Narration: In a world where the difference between failure and success is held with MACHINES, countless factions face off in a free for all DEATHMATCH to control the mechinations they call 'NT's... These GLADIATORS of the VIRTUAL realm battle but one week a year. That WEEK has been dubbed by them as: RENDER-WARS... or something like that.... *cough*
[[Guy 1 stands in a dark back round with an ax or spear of somekind with his eyes glowing green]]
Guy 1: Year after year we continue, but none-the-less the results are always the same... you will relinquish control of your machine to me or feel my rath...
[[Guy 2 stands in a fighting position with numerous hooded figures in the back round, glasses glowing white]]
Guy 2: Over my cold, snack-food filled, dead body! My father rendered on this NT and his father before him... I will do the same. Besides... you are no match for my ninja hordes!
Guy 1: So be it, your SOUL is mine!
[[Guy 1 and 2 scuffle with each other in a lame fasion, Guy 2 bounces an eraser off of Guy 1's head]]
Guy 1: Give me your work station, damn-it! You've been on it for like six hours now!!
Guy 2: Screw-off, I only have two-thousand more frames to render!!
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Narration: 3:00 AM Computer Art Lab
[[Ian stares with icycles forming on his body from the cold]]
Ian: I think tonight is a good work at home night...
Guy: Eat puck-mouse, bitch!
Guy: Oh yeah!?! Poly-count this!
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