Viciously trained by merciless Froglok army

[Stormfists]

It was a winters night,
Three dudes (pure homo) thumbing each others curiously,
Froglok city they dwell,
Farming gems a plenty at ENGEE camp of Champions,
What is that, from afar?
I see a shadow!
I see a figure!
I see a body!
I see a name... a name and a tag!
Oh, bretheren - it is a mighty <AWAKENED> elite raider amongst us.

"Hail, Hail lord Skeletors <Awakened> - please, please grace us with your might"
"Skeletors, o wise Skeletors - please give your seed to my milky breasted daughter"

We rejoice! We rejoice in great fortune! We are blessed.

***FROAAAAAKKKK****

Wait... what? what is it? That noise from yonder?!

***FROAAAAAKKKK****
***FROAAAAAKKKK****
***FROAAAAAKKKK****
***FROAAAAAKKKK****

[[[ A MIGHTY HOARDE OF FROGLOK SPRINT TOWARDS THE FRIENDS ]]]

( Skeletors <Awakened> begins to cast a spell )
( Skeletors FDs )

No... no Skeletors <Awakened> why... why ?!
The friends face a battle more epic and more awesome and with more might than all of the LOTR, Star wars, Matrix and Harry Potter movies [hah, gayyy] combined.

Skeletors, disappointed with <Awakened> raid tactics not fulfilling his dominitive gem farming ambition runs afar.
Clutching his mighty staff of flacid penises, skulks into the shadows.
Bested by 3 simple folk who ate yummy yummy trains and lived to tell the tale.