Oy! and listen to my tale. For I have to share with you the story of the four mightiest warriors ever to tread foot in the virtual world-- Cearas Cumhaill the Quick Quacker, MacMorna NiaFer the Mucous Mongerer, Anya Gepid the Gimpy and Flidais NiaFer the Fish.
For, after defeating numerous loathsome foes such as the evil Formorian Virus that ravaged many a server, tangled many a Net and dampened the britches of many a Webmaster, the mighty warriors decided to lay aside the sword and take on the most difficult task of all; everyday life.

"Lo!" saidst MacMorna. "Wherefore it is expedient that we getteth a flat."

"Quack," repliedst Cearas.

"But wither shall we go?" askéd Gimpy Gepid. "For we needeth a place that hath sufficient room to hold our many weapons and armaments."

Wherefore the Courageous Quartet did call upon the oracle of ApartmentFinder.com, who didst tell them that they would have a hard time finding a place, as most landlords didn't allow pets, although it would be okay to keep their swords in boxes under the bed.

"But thou seeist poorly," said Gimpy to the Oracle. "For we have no pet. Canst thou not see that Flidiais the Fish is a warrior and no mere non-human domestic companion?"

"Yeah," said the Fish.

The Oracle became most flustered at the mistake, and although it must be admitted that the Fish was exceptionally hairy and smelt of Smelt, The Oracle could see that Flidiais the Fish was, in fact, a mortal human and not just a big stinky animal. Wherefore our heroes did continue in their efforts to find a place within stumbling distance of the pub.

"So, my fellow Formori-slayers, what dost thou think of a studio?" said MacMorna the Mucous Mongerer.

"Quack Quack," replied his noble compatriot Cearas.

"Thou art right," the Mucous agreed. "Four in one room would be rather snug, and as none of these dwellings permit a central fire or the establishment of a roof hole, we shall have to endure a more traditional two-bedroom setup."

And, wo, wo, the Fates did frown upon our heroes from there. Cearas wanted someplace with a pool, but that was not satisfactory to Gimpy Gepid, who was afflicted with eczema and would not stand for the tauntings of a pool under the window. The Mucous found a really great place right next to a few cybercafés, but the stench of The Fish, which was usually the team's mightiest weapon on the battlefield, so repelled the landlord that they were turned away with scorn and a hailstorm of day-old chat room files.

Wherefore, they did fight.

"Flidais, thou must bathe," said Gimpy.

"Nay!" shouted The Fish. "Thou shalt not deprive me of my greatest weapon."

"Then thou shalt deprive us of a place to live, and I am getting really sick of crashing on Mucous's mom's server," Gimpy did reply.

"This sucketh," saidst the Mucous Mongerer. "I shall not room with any of thee."

Henceforth our heroes did decide to be friends and coworkers, but just thought that being roommates wasn't the best idea, although battling cyberfoes was spiffy. And from them the world learned the famous lessons that "the friends that slay together stay together," or "Maybe it isn't such a good idea to room with people who smell and have nasty skin conditions."