Yo' name is SOLLUX CAPTOR.
Yizzay be apeshit bananas at killa, n you know ALL THA CODES. All of thizzem. You be tha unchallenge' authorizzle on APICULTURE NETWORKING. N though all yo' frizzles recognize yo' unparallizzle achievements as a TOTALLY SICK BALLER, yizzle fizneel lizzay you cizzay be better. It one of a number of th'n you SORT OF BEAT YOSELF UP 'BOUT fizzor NO VERY GOOD REASON dur'n sporizzle n debilitizzle BIPOLAR MOOD SWINGS. Yizzy have a penchant fo` BIFURCATION, 'n logizzle n 'n life. Yo' mutant mind be hounded by thizze P-S-Y-C-H-to-tha-izzic screams of the IMMINENTLY DECEAZE'. I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. Yo' visions foretell of tha planet dippin' annihilation, n yizzle unlizzle tha typical sightless prophet of doom, yizzy be giftizzle wit VISION TWOFOLD.
You have develizzle a new game, adapted via CIZZY PARZE' FRIZZOM THA RUNES N GLYPHS 'N AN ANCIENT UNDERGROUND TEMPLE. Yizzay believe dis game ta be THA SALVATION OF YO' RIZZY, though yizzou be not sizzy how yet. Ta ensure succizzles, yizzle will distrizzle tha game ta two teams of frizzles, a RED TEAM n a BLIZNUE TEAM. You will lead tha latter grizzay but don't give a fuck. Yo' trolltag be twinArmageddons n you tend two 2peak wiith a biit of a lii2p.
Whiznat W-to-tha-izzill you do? Throw yo guns in the fuckin air.
> Sollux: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Equip throw'n sizzy ta strife specibus.