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BB: Eh, that was a tough fight.
GYRO: I need to repair my Gyrocopter.
INVOKER: This game is going to tank my matchmaking rating.
GYRO: Wait, what the hell's my actual name?
NP: Ultimate ready.
RUBICK: Uh oh.
CREP: Uh oh.
ENIGMA: Uh... Oh!
GYRO: They came from...
I don't know where they came from.
ENIGMA: Aaaw fu-
NP: Well Played!
"Ultra Kill!"
GYRO: No one temporarily ends Gyrocopter's life for a brief moment
and gets away with it!
Courier guy, my new mission requires...
The Desolator 5000.
Yay!
NIGEL: Some extra damage to help you take down that Prophet, huh?
GYRO: Huh?
NIGEL: Yeah, and that helpful armor reduction as well.
GYRO: I just want to shoot those shiny red bullets.
They look baller as f***!
Mission log. I have observed the enemy teleport to the top lane
and press the attack with his tree friends.
My recent acquistion of the Desolator 4000
will prove quite useful in my attempted gank of the enemy.
There is one goal. Nothing will halt my pursuit of the... oh!
Whoa! A yellow thing!
I don't even know how I got here.
Holy f***, my long lost triplet brothers I never knew I had!
Hm, how would you sexy gentlemen like to join me on my quest?
Yes!
I was here third.
Mission log. My fleet and I have entered the Dire jungle
and are making our final preparations.
Operation Shoot Nature's Prophet Until His Hit Points Reach Zero,
or Operation SNPURHHPRZ,
is about to be under way.
Okay, Gyrocopter,
Hi!
You attack from the front and force him to retreat.
Gyrocopter?
Sup!
We'll cut him off.
Hi!
Surprise, *** pickle!
Gasp, Purple Invisibility Sword! We'll lose him!
Not today.
Follow that missile!
He went into the jukey forest!
Did you call him a *** pickle?
He's teleporting.
Nooo!
Yay!
Guys, without you I wouldn't have been able to complete Operation SNPURHHPRZ.
It has been an honor, sir.
But it is time for us to go now.
Wha-what? No!
I am sorry, but we are out of time.
I'll never forget you!
I'll never forget what you did for me!