Leeroy Jenkins Quotes

No, we always get killed because of you, Leeroy Jenkins!

Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back. She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.

Or in gamer terms, Ares had been a giant, douchey Leeroy Jenkins.

Then let's make them pay." She glanced at him and found him smiling back. "Leeroy Jenkins, mothafucka," he said softly just before the explosions started going off behind the wall.

Leeroy Jenkins!

you just went full Leeroy Jenkins," mumbled

you just went full Leeroy Jenkins,

By force-marching his exhausted men through the unknown, rain-swept wilderness of the German-infested Teutoburg Forest, this guy had just made a brain-explodingly boneheaded mistake so amazing in its incompetence that it makes the Roman consuls at Cannae look like a conjoined triplet made out of Napoleon Bonaparte, Alexander the Great, and that dude from Total Recall who had the baby coming out of his stomach. In terms of career moves, marching three legions into the Teutoberg was the Classical Age equivalent of coauthoring an academic paper with the Unabomber or asking Charles Manson to write you a letter of recommendation for law school. Unsurprisingly, this came back to bite him in the ass. We don’t know exactly how many Germans were hiding in the woods, watching the column of imperial invaders trudge past. The Germans didn’t bother to write anything down more detailed than “killed sum d00ds 2day lulz,” and the only Romans who managed to run screaming out of this forest alive were the ones who knew better than to sit there and try to count how many GWAR fans were currently trying to brutally dismember them with axes. Let’s just say it was probably a crapload, and that when these long-haired death metal freaks unleashed a bloodcurdling shout and started charging through the forest like a bunch of gigantic mutant Ewok-Wookies ambushing the Imperial Stormtroopers on the Forest Moon of Endor it wasn’t exactly the sort of hilarious laugh riot you might see in an animated GIF involving unicorns, rainbows, and cartoon kitties with Pop-Tarts where their bodies are supposed to be. Bellowing like madmen, these balls-out, frothing-at-the-mouth, beer-swilling sausage fiends went Leeroy Jenkins toward the enemy, blitzkrieging out of the woods from every side seemingly at the same time, their ferociousness magnified not only by their savage blood rage, but by the fact that some of the dudes had taken to painting their entire bodies black with mud to help them hide in the dark forest like how Schwarzenegger hid from the Predator’s infrared vision. It was so damned terrifying that it took every ounce of Roman discipline to not simply spontaneously combust into blood vapor on the spot.

In gaming terms, we are going to Leeroy Jenkins the shit out of this bitch,

Il coraggio dimostrato da Manfredi nel condurre l'ultima carica non fu sufficiente a salvargli la vita ed il regno: alla testa dei regnicoli rimastigli fedeli e dei ghibellini italiani guidati da Tebaldo Annibaldi, cavalcò verso il centro del combattimento cercando di prendere sul fianco gli uomini di Carlo ancora impegnati nel feroce duello con i tedeschi. Ma Roberto di Fiandra, che era di riserva al comando dei fiamminghi, intuì la manovra di Manfredi e cavalcò contro di lui per prevenirla. Ancora una volta vi fu uno scontro lance in resta tra cavalieri al galoppo in cui, raccontano le cronache, il cavallo del re fu ferito disarcionando il suo cavaliere. Una volta a terra, i fanti si avventarono su Manfredi che, non riconosciuto, immediatamente ucciso fu in si ossequio agli ordini ricevuti; probabilmente, gli uomini più vicini del suo seguito dovettero accorgersi dell'accaduto e avranno provato a recuperare il corpo del re in una mischia furiosa con i fiamminghi, mentre i contingenti guelfi, senza più nemici da fronteggiare, potevano ora portare liberamente alle spalle degli svevi per circondarli. Una volta appresa la morte di Manfredi e vedendosi aggirati, gran parte dei suoi uomini abbandonarono ogni volontà di resistenza e si diedero alla fuga. Come sempre accadeva nelle battaglie del passato, era questo il momento in cui avveniva la strage: i fuggiaschi, con le cavalcature stanche, venivano raggiunti nel disordine più abbattuti o presi prigionieri dai galvanizzati inseguitori. Molti finirono uccisi o annegarono nel Calore, una gran parte fu catturata, pochi riuscirono a porsi in salvo ritirandosi verso l'Abruzzo senza nutrire più alcuna speranza nelle sorti del regno.