BattleFonts...

Disclaimer(as usual): The characters below are purely fictional, and all situations are figments of the author's (overactive) imagination. 此故事纯属虚构，如有雷同，纯属意外。

As Arial strode purposefully towards the throne, Times New Roman, red with indignance at this unexpected intrusion, bellowed forth "Who art thee to walk thy sacred ground?".

The intruder pointed a finger accusingly at the figure on the throne "I scoff at your delusionary complacency. Your dated figures are an eyesore, and which font was killed to make you the absolute authority on 'official fonts'? Begone with your serifs!".

Purple with rage, Times New Roman beckoned forth his servlings. "Smite thy intruder and hath thy head spiked!" His mindless crones, steeped in servitude throughout their formative years, crept ahead to fulfill the wishes of the evil one.

The Dark Knight T and his squire L'Orane sized up the opposition. "Hold thy horses, infidel. Why sought you to disregard the normative font? Dare you disturb the peace of this land that is COMM1X1? The fonts you seek are spat upon, outcasts that seek to disrupt the serenity of his Highness' consort that is the lady J. For the wont of a font, I will hath your grades marketh down!"

And so in the ensuing battle, Arial was vanquished, but in his remembrance, there now stands a big red C- for his valiant efforts at propriety.