That feel when…
That feel when…
Well this is certainly a thing that I saw
Scene: Throne Room of the Warchief
Thrall, Baine, Jaina, and Varian, along with attending adventurers, batter down the doors blocking access to the fallen warchief, Garrosh Hellscream. Fire licks at the sides of the room, from tipped over braziers. The remnants of the traitorous Kor’kron rally on the flanks of Garrosh.
Thrall: I trusted you, and look at what you have done to the Horde.
Baine and Varian look on at the exchange. Jaina weeps openly.
Garrosh: I did what was right, nothing else matters, it was YOU who had forgotten our purpose!
Garrosh raises his axe, Kor’kron to his left and right tense up for the final fight to protect their warchief. With his oddly clawed free hand, Garrosh rips away the paper Mag’har mask and reveals himself to be none other than the dreadlord Mal’Ganis! Kor’kron in turn rip away their paper orc masks revealing themselves as the men and women of Scarlet Onslaught!
Thrall: No, I did not forget what you promised Mal’Ganis, I promised I’d kill you.
A small whirling blizzard surrounds Thrall, in a surprise twist, he uses his icy black gauntlet to rip off his paper orc jesus mask revealing himself as The Lich King himself. The trio at his side do the same, Keleseth, Valanar and Taldaram appear with fabulous hair and fantastic poses in place of Baine, Jaina and Varian.
(Jaina) Valanar: Theramore was merely a setback!
That’s right, you read correctly.
So yeah. This is what I am doing instead of actual work.
So yeah. This is what I am doing instead of actual work.
Even Blizzard wants this ship to sail:
“Spend time with then-Warchief Thrall and Archmage Jaina Proudmoore in the warm summer days after the fall of Archimonde, when the mistrust between Alliance and Horde seems destined to fade away, and anything—anything—can happen.”
(even if it is an april fool’s joke)