Want Food?

In the wilderness we were, the bleak barren landscape seemed to suck all warmth from our blood.
Here only pain existed. No joy, just the endless howling wind. We wandered, straining our ears for the sound of armoured feet on the scorched earth.
The battle began suddenly, screams of "Charge" "All on ##" broke the silence. Together we acted as one, all attacking the same target and once our foe fell, quickly ganked the next sucker. The blood boiling, the adrenaline pumping...and our voices going hoarse from shouting too much over ventrilo.
All dead. Our side, no losses, but some of us a bit worse for wear. We check each other. "All ok?" Jack asks. "Want food?" A member replies, "Me please" "ok" ...

*BAM" he dies. We all start laughing hysterically over vent. Jack in true sincerity is asking..."What happened, why did he die? what....."

Slowly I explain...you didn't hit trade you oaf. You clicked attacked an one shot our team member.

"Want some food" Is now his personal catch phase. What a great laugh it was.