They both got the Feels in them. It corrupted their souls and turned their characters. Feel slammed a cow and a pig into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the last page, just delivered the new thread. The OT3. Eleven hundred men went into the thread. Thread went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first Feel for about a half an hour. Bacon. With cheese. You know how you know that when you're in the thread, chief? You tell by lookin' from the username to the post. What we didn't know... was our new thread had been so secret, no mod was told to lock the old thread. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a hour. Very first light, chief. The Feels come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the Feels comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the Feels would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that Feel, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a Feel, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the thread turns gray and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and feels.
