It's The Doc!: Quest to the Park and Ride Lot!

Such a gloriously sunny day it was.

"Hrm. Geology class does not seem to be the best idea as of now," thought Doc. "If I leave now, I can make it in time to meet with mine fair lady."

Overhearing the conversation one VanFanel spoke, "Then it shall be. I will join you in your most noble of quests. TO THE PARK AND RIDE!"

Quickly they departed, past the rows of computers. In no time we were in danger for to our left was a beast of a man, hunched over and from the looks of it, touching himself in unclean ways.

(sorry about blur, moving too fast)

Fanel stopped at ye old counter, to retrive his card.

CARD GET! Fanel now possesed the fame Card of Identification, with a +2 against orcs.

They bolted out of the computer lab, and around the corner. With a rock steady will power Doc was not swayed by the temptation of free manseachs... this time.

"We must hurry!" Doc proclaimed.

"Time is not on our side, me lady shall be departing her school soon!"

Upon exiting the student center dungeon, we were confronted with a floating spherical item of sorts. "Best not to touch, it may be a trap," warned the cautious Fanel.

Taking heed his words they continued out onto the walk of mana.

Suddenly they were attacked! "Onoes! Ricers to yonder right! Quickly Fanel! Flee!" We were no match for the leaders hat and bandana combo.

Just as we believed we were out of harms way, another random battle occoured. "Haha! Poorly transitioned hippy!" Doc pulled out his +8 ballpoint pen of destruction and stabbed ye fucker in the neck.

"Enough battling," VanFanel declared as I cleaned my weapon and continued on, passing a somewhat shady character to our right. For some odd reason this person felt the need to wear a heavy jacket, while clearly the tempurature called for otherwise.

"I can see it! The fountain of mana is near!" Fanel's sighting raised the groups attention, anticipation following.

Bathing in its clean refreshing power Doc cleansed my hands of hippy blood, rasing thy charisma and hp back to normal levels.

"Now starts the long walk of flatitude," Fanel spoke, looking out onto the ever stretching horizon of SJSUland.

"Chins up, backs straight," Doc muttered as ye olde serviceman walked by. As soon as he passed they resumed normal positions, "The service be crooked upon our days, one can never be too carefull."

Then, when things started to seem all to bleak, a sign of exposed female flesh caught the party's eye. "Gasp, yonder females be somewhat exposed!" Fanel proclaimed, gaining +2 pants of tightening.

Quite a site indeed as our pace slowed, vitality rising slowly within their presence.

"Lookout!" Doc shouted, as a wild beast quickly tore their interest from lust to saving thier own lives. "Fanel! Chase and subdue!"

"At least he tried," Doc muttered.

Sights of more beings of the female persuasion kept us going through the rough times, now half way to our destination.

"Ah, the forest of the dead." Fanel stated.

"Quickly! Dart left!" I dove away, pushing Fanel from harm's way. "Thy cart moves with silent speed and deadly attack we are no match for its +2 groundskeeper of doom."

Just as all seemed clear the mighty fabled isajeep thundered by. "Stand. Perfectly. Still." Fanel replied, both of us frozen with trepidation. Fortunate he was already feeding on the soul of some poor unfotunate package one could only assume be lower freshmen.

"We must not let such a sigh tear us from continuing!" Doc shouted with envigorating passion. Quickly! I spot ye ally ahead." Indeed, the party came upon a powerful ally, The Dark Angel of Luck, who offered us much luck and good will on our path ahead.

Parched and needing refreshment VanFanel decided to stop at thy automatic soda giver, passing by a wild asian female, apparently in the throws of gouging on more chocolate.

"Onos, I forgot my jewallet with +$infinity at home!" And so the party continued onwards with no refreshment, Fanel's hp wavering dangerously low.

"Perhaps we could steal such a steed, to continue our journey," The dillusional Fanel pondered. "Nonsence, we shall continue our journey like men!" Doc fired back.

Doc looked down at his watch, "We must make haste, time is not slowing for our pitfalls!"

"What is that I hear?" Doc proclaimed, as they picked up thy pace.

"Alas!" Fanel shouted, "Thy cart of transportation is about to leave! We must take flight!"

With a painstaking sprint we used most of our stamina points. Luckily thy driver saw our plight, and did not pull away.

We stepped into the cool air conditioned transporting vessel, shuffling abord with the rest of the current adventurers.

"We have finished a large leg of our journey, let us rest."

The company upon our vessel were not interested in us, as yonder asian was staring off into space, wondering things beyond the grasp of life.

Quickly Fanel prepared his music player, ready at a moments notice to intergrate with his own steed and be off.

Thy ride was long, but the party felt fortunate, as they watched two men figure out how to open yonder bottle.

"Such a world we live in," Doc proclaimed, "Lies running free, and in such bold print. What would thy king feel if he saw such a sight."

"Doc, I believe I see our destination!" Fanel pointed forward, as we entered thy holding grounds.

Upon stopping everyone rose. "Stay calm Fanel!" Doc shouted, losing him in the pressing onslaught of people, "We shall not lose to fate so close to victory." Whipping out thy +8 ballpoint once again Doc slashed through the crowds, taking heavy damage.

Upon exiting Doc froze, staring outwords. "Its..." He was inturrupted by Fanel, who's hands were bloodied, by the use of his own legendary key of Doom. "It's amazing," the tired Fanel finally spoke. "Mighty steeds of steel as far as the eye could see."

"It has been a great honor joining you in thy quest Doc, but now I must say my goodbye." Fanel reached into his pocket and withdrew the legendary key once again. My destiny awaits.