Max Reload and the Nether Blasters

Okay, guys.

This is it.

Reggie, you're our tank as usual.

Hold firm with that defense.

Liz, let's try to mix it up

and open with a celestial light wave aura spell.

Let's rock!

Come on, Max!

That's weak!

Go big or go home.

How 'bout the doomslayer force vortex spell

followed by an XP kicker?

Ooh, I like that.

That could be exactly what we need

to defeat the Nether Kraken.

Right, I think the kicker

could help replenish our vitals enough to...

- No, you can't just use the doomslayer

right outta the gate.

You're gonna waste all your manna.

Hey, Reggie, if you do a brimstone blockade first,

and then I volley from behind you...

Heck yeah, Liz!

That could work, totally.

Screw it!

No time for noob strategery in a ranked quest.

I'm goin' full metal Jenkins.

- No, dude, not again! - Max, you ass-hat!

Wait!

You're throwing a rock into a hornets' nest, Max.

- Dude, I know you're like elite AF,

but you cannot take on the nether horde solo.

It's a party map, dude.

Teamwork.

Barbarian attack!

Sir Maximus...

Jenkins!

Reg...

Let's save his dumb ass again.

Lock and load, me lady.

Me lady?

Sorry.

- Bob and weave, ladies and gents.

Max Reload is doin' the dance.

Defense, Max!

And dude, stop referring to yourself in the third person.

It's gross.

Yo.

We're lookin' to test out the new Rockstar Revolution.

Uh, yeah, it's in the back.

Follow your dreams.

- Hey, you break shit, you buy shit!

I am the shit!

- Hey, focus on the mission here, people!

I think we might have this one on lock.

- Guys, our health is way too low.

I think we gotta retreat.

Sack up, Reggie!

Hold firm with that defense.

Liz, take the rear.

You're too soft to handle the rough stuff.

Let me handle this.

Oh, excuse you, macho man!

My elven armor will hold.

Okay, wait, guys, we have to regroup.

Trust the master.

Dammit!

I had that.

Teamwork!

Did you just mute us?

We waited a week to try this quest again!

That is...

disappointing, dude.

Oh, no, no, no!

Not him again!

This wizard dude spawn camper de-cloaks every time

after all our hard work!

He's gonna jack our loot!

Watch!

Doomslayer force vortex, I summon thee.

Yass, bitch!

Get a life, ya dick!

I will take this, and this.

Oh and this.

Don't really need this, but I'll take it anyway.

Love it, love it.

Unbelievable, Max!

If we'd worked together, we'd have the power gauntlet,

the luma battleax, and the doubly yamma cannons right now!

Hey, rock stars, free sample's up.

Ah, don't be so salty, Liz.

Look, we all know that I'm really the only one

who could've made it through that dungeon alive.

And, hey, at least my ranking didn't drop.

- Dude, you wouldn't even have that rank without us.

Not a chance solo!

- As a matter of fact, maybe I should have.

Yeah, I can defeat the forces of the Nether

any day of the week, and I'd slay for days!

You know why?

I'm listening.

Do not encourage, him, Reggie!

Because I guarantee that I,

Maximus the barbarian of Middletown,

one of the top-ranked of the realm of thy Northern Americas,

could defeat the evil forces of the Nether

any day of the week, in the fight for the ages!

That's why.

Yo, did you see that?

Upgrade your internet, dork.

You're guaranteed to be looking for a new team

and a new job if you're late again.

- Chuck's starting his 48-hour VR-cation,

and if you're late, he's gonna be pissed.

Not like virtually pissed, like...

pissed in real life.

Dammit!

Why didn't you guys tell me what time it was?

Cover for me til it get there, Liz?

- You know, I'm not sure if my rank

is high enough to cover for you.

Good luck, barbarian.

You feel lucky, punk?

Hand over the goods.

Yeah.

Up against the wall.

You got me.

Hey, head on a swivel.

What did I teach you?

Always...

- Be prepared, always be prepared.

Yeah!

Yeah, like a...

like a Boy Scout.

No, like a Marine!

Like a Marine!

Dude!

Okay!

Is that booze?

Um...

No, it's my special blend.

Take it easy, Gramps.

You know you're not supposed to mix booze with your meds.

Yeah, yeah.

Where you goin' in such a hurry?

I gotta go to work!

I'm running behind.

You gamin' all day again?

No!

Yeah, maybe.

- Well hold on a second before you go.

Remember that new game you made for me?

You know?

I mean, it's good.

Oh, World War Poo?

Yeah, it's real good.

Like it says, it's the shit.

Ah, you really dig it?

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, and we got another letter

from that tech school, you know?

You know, they're still accepting applicants

for the next semester.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I listened to what you said and...

it's just not for me.

I'm kinda doin' my own thing, and...

tuition's really expensive.

You know, I'm...

I mean, I'm never gonna force you to do something

that you don't want to do, you know.

But what I am gonna force you to do, Max,

is I'm gonna force you to seize the day.

Okay?

I don't want you wastin' your talents

just throwin' 'em away.

Hey.

Come on.

Now listen, soldier.

You be a hero in your own life.

Carpe diem.

And not just in those games.

I mean, if it's school, we figure it out.

If it's money, I'll cash in some bonds.

Hm?

But whatever you decide,

your mom and dad would be real proud of you.

Okay, I gotta go.

There's steak and fries...

- In the fridge. - Tonight for dinner.

Yeah. - Yup.

Okay.

And the blue plate.

Okay!

Yeah.

World War Poo.

What a kick.

Come on!

Be the hero in your own life.