Chats

Layered Thick with References

[Amirn]: any one looking for 2 heals

[Fleebag]: not that i’ve seen no

[Barkentin]: I get 2 heals in the morning, I get 2 heals at night

[Amirn]: man my run is so much more solid than yours kirenna

[Belirod]: LFM BWL mog run, fuck DS

[Fleebag]: 2 heals in time of peace and 2 in time of war?

[Jiern]: I get two heals before I get two heals, and then I get two more

[Amirn]: im with you belirod

[Azerroth]: LF 1 heals 1 dps DS fresh run!

[Belirod]: Orly?

[Barkentin]: Fleebag: we’re good. reference secured

Normal people playing video games: Oh wow this is fun!
Me playing video games: MOTHER FUCKING BITCHASS HOE YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME OH MY FUCKING GOD SERIOUSLY NO WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT I HATE EVERYTHING WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE SHIT DO WHAT IM FUCKING TELLING YOU OH MY GOD PLEASE FUCKING MOOOOOOVE FUUUUCK *slams fists down on desk* I FUCKING GIVE UP ON LIFE WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT UGHGGH ASSHOLES OH MY GOD WILL YOU SHOOT THE FUCKING GUN STOP RELOADING ASSHOLE YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME OH MY GOD OHHHH MYYY GOOOODDDDD SJBSJSKDHSJS BDJSMD SUSHJSKD AGGHHHHHH FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK

WoW Starting Quest Chains

Human: Well, go kill a pig or something.

Dwarf: Troggs… troggs everywhere.

Night Elf: Go out there and FIX THE NATURE!!! …flower power, bro.

Gnome: You better get the splotch on your neck looked at… might be a side effect of the radiation.

Draenei: The belfs are bullying us again…

Worgen: Crap, the utopia is dying – SQUIRREL!!!

Orc: VICTORY OR DEATH

Undead: Well, the Banshee Queen is pms-ing again… better go kill that small child’s family.

Tauren: All we are is dust in the wind…

Blood Elf: You’re not as pretty as me, but go do this quest anyway.

Goblin: MONEY – oh, an exploding volcano… … does it have money?

Me: You know, being the leader of the forsaken you’d think Sylvanas could afford to get her cloak repaired occasionally.
Z: Or perhaps, after all she’s been through she has ceased to give a fuck
V: Until the Val’kyr or whatever came along, resurrected her, brainwashed her, and now she wants to look FABULOUS.
V: Just give it a month or two, we’re going to see stylin’ jungle hat Sylvanas.
V: Along with her featured in a posable action figure range from Blizzard.
V: And now I’ve ruined Sylvanas forever.
Z: Nah.
V: But hey, don’t worry! She’ll be joined by Beach Bum Arthas™, and his Frostmourne Bottle Opener™.

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!

Me: We just met
Me: and this is crazy
Me: But you tanked that boss so well that I almost ripped my pants off right there in front of three other people and begged you to have sex with me
Me: so call me maybe