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Patty
What, peace and prosperity? Yeah, that's very stupid! Obviously.
Next you'll be telling me this year I'll get HH's mount.
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Adamsm
Screenshot or something similar?
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HiVolt
Ctrl+S
It only saves one page, so if you want the whole thread you need to do it one at a time.
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Skreeran
Second, ya, I did make a story about you, Skreeran, dying.
I got done reading your thread about Varian "killing" Med'an, and, well... I actually thought I would not like Varian for a second... until you doomed yourself by showing us what really happend.The "Is Varian consumed with revenge" one? Well, it was a discussion. I wasn't trying to prove a point, I was trying to get down to the truth.
I thought it was a little hypocritical, though, seeing as how you said you would kill Sue'an if you could, don't like him, and the fact he is older then Garona was when she killed Llane, and how the excuse for looking like a kid should make everything ok. I mean really, first you blame Varian for getting mad at Med'an, then you brag about how Med'an could kill Varian? Me is confused :/Let me address your points in numeric format. I prefer it that way if you don't mind terribly.
1. Developmentally, Med'an is a child/teen because of his draenei blood.
2. I don't really like Med'an very much at the moment. He's a terrible Gary-stu. I dobut that's why Varian wanted to kill him though. He expressly said that it ws because he was Garona's child.
3. I think Med'an could beat Varian. He one-shot a faceless one. And who's to say he'd fight Varian now? Maybe he'd pull a Varian and come back 20 years later to kill his mother's murderer.
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Adamsm
Decided not to make this into an actual thread, I'll just add it in here heh.
Will Not Die
I was born on this planet years ago, grew to power, become a master among my people. Then He came, with his false promises and pretend plots. He failed me, and made me lose my control of my people to that fool of a child. No matter, I will take this world once more.
10 years ago, a pair of fools, a human prince who had lost his soul, and a dead man who had become something new thought magic, turned a 'hero' of the Night Elves... what are Night Elves? Truly? Just freaks with long ear. Still, they told him of me and my powers, and that Fool of a Hero came to the Tomb of Sargeras, found my body and stole my head! My head! What indignity. Still, he got what was coming to him, that Human Prince destroyed the Hero, left him broken and bleeding in the snow of the top of the World.
He fled to my world, and took over my Temple, transforming it into a hellhole, destroying all I had created... all I had forged! Still, the Hero surronded himself with fools and idiots... and a traitor. Oh how I laughed as the great Broken monster turned on him, betraying the Hero and his people, taking his people from him, Delicious!
I sat there, on top of the Temple, on what had been the Terrace of Light, now his Terrace, and I was forced to listen as the Hero talked to me constantly, telling me thing I did not care about, things about his brother and this woman he loved who didn't love him. I can't blame her though, the Hero was a fool and an idiot.
The best day of my life though... oh happy day, the Hero died, killed by the Horde and the Alliance, and the traitor and his old jailor. But they were all fools, rather then destroying the Skull they left it there.... much to my delight. It took me years to gain the power back, the body of the Hero preserved by my magic, but finally, finally! I made him move, my mind was within his body, and the Great Gul'dan, the demon warlock, Master of the Shadow Council lives again!
The World will tremble, as this time, oh yes, this time I will destroy you all!
Thank you.
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Skreeran
Very nice... :)
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Adamsm
I sat there, on top of the Temple, on what had been the Terrace of Light, now his Terrace, and I was forced to listen as the Hero talked to me constantly, telling me thing I did not care about, things about his brother and this woman he loved who didn't love him. I can't blame her though, the Hero was a fool and an idiot.Heh, I love that paragraph, that's truly how I saw Illidan, sitting up there on top of the Temple, complaining to poor Gul'dan, his skull puppet, about how bad his life had been.
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HiVolt
My thread! She is not dead! :D
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Skreeran
I feel I should write something new for this thread. Something dark, evil... something scraped from the bottom of the black pit of my mind.
I am going to imagine the worst possible fate that I can and I am going to write it here.
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Skreeran
Don't $#@& with the Old Gods
Yogg-Saron has broken free. As the greatest champion of the Horde and Alliance, I go to face him.
I enter a dark room.
"Welcome... To Hell..." the voice whispers.
"Show yourself, monster!" I cry. "Remove yourself from the shadows and face my wrath!"
Then it ccomes. A human head, limp and flabby as if the skull has been removed, appears not three inches from my face. It has no eyes, and the hair falls perpetually from the scalp, and it speaks to me.
"The higher planes fall from higher up. Lessers are not welcome in the mad dance."
I have no idea what it means, but it vanishes. Suddenly I am back. I am standing atop the mountains of Dun Morogh, and I can see forever. I can see across to Kalimdor, and past that, across the ocean beyond to the Eastern Kingdoms where a man stands on a mountain looking away from me.
I look down. Bodies. Billions of bodies. Trillions. They cover every inch of the world, covering the land and filling the seas. The bodies lay atop more bodies. I do not know how deep they go. All have had their head removed.
The scream comes. Every headless body screams, with no mouth to voice its horror, simply an exposed throat. The hideous sound flys out of their exposed windpipes, sending showers of blood into the air which quickly blot out the sun. Everything is red for a while, b ut then it fades to black. The blackness is parted only by the vision of their screams. I do not see them. I see their screams. The sounds form vision that I see through the blackness. I reach to claw out my eyes, to release myself from the vision of horror, but I find that they are already gone. The screams grow louder. I can feel my eardrums burst but the sounds and visions persist. I try to vomit but I choke. Something is in my throat. I retch harder. Harder. I heave as harder as I can and feel something come out of me. It is a maggot. A huge maggot, bigger than a cat. It writhes on the ground... no... make that the bodies. The ever screaming headless horrors on which I stand and it now writhes upon.
The worm twists and curls until it drys up, as if it were being heated by some invisible sunbeam. Suddenly, it explodes, bursting into a million billion tiny flys. I am swarmed. The bite at my skin, they fill my lungs, and my stomach. They burrow into my skin, chewing, digging. I scream, but it is lost in the sea of infinite screams beneath me, above me. I claw at my skin to remove the insects, tearing it off one strip at a time. Soon it begins to peel off of its own volition, leaving blackened and rotting muscle underneath. I see the eggs they have laid in my, the tissue swelling with pus as I feel them growing inside me. I spot a fire nearby. A sweet savior of flame. I leap into the inferno, hoping to perge the evil insects from my body, by find that they merely dig deeper. My right arm has beomce a worm, and detatches from my body, digging down into the bodies to feed on the rotting screaming flesh. My other limbs follow. A large snake slithers from my screaming mouth, and begins to lpay with me. It wraps my helpless body in its coils and begins to crush me. My body collapses into a jelly, seeping down beneath the bodies, my consciousness with it, leaving me to forever join the screamers in their endless song.
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Skreeran
Eh... I was trying to imagine the things I might see if I was on a bad LSD trip or whatever.
It's fine if you didn't get into it.
Bet you still wouldn't @#$% with an old god.
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