Factory: 1G glyphs on the AH! Welcome to the PTR where everything’s made up and the gold don’t matter! That’s right, the gold is just like underwear to Sharon Stone.
Westfall Trail
You attempt to ford the river but it proves to be too deep and you fail. The neighboring murlocs ransack your wagons.
Neptulon’s minions felt extremely dickish today.
You lose: 350 pounds of bear ass meat, 4 dwarfen shotguns, 4 dwarfen rifles, 1000 rounds of defunct elephant cutter ammo
Varian has drowned
Jaina has drowned
Gryan has drowned
Sylvanas is stuck under the wagon and is effectively dead
What would you like to put on your gravestone?
My mom: *walks into the room* Grace, I think maybe we should get you some headphones or something. It sounds like you’re waging war in here.
Me: *playing WoW* I AM waging war, mother.
My mom: Wh–
Me: GRAB YOUR SWORD AND FIGHT THE HORDE.
My mom: ……..*walks off*
Oh Dear
Thrall: This is most heinous. Deathwing is kicking our righteous butts. We need something powerful to stop him with.
Malfurion: What about the Dragon Soul? That should be powerful enough to stop him!
Thrall: But that was destroyed years ago. We’d have to…
Both: Get it from the past!
Thrall: But Deathwing is destroying everything right now! we don’t have time to…
Malfurion: Dude, we can travel through time! We have all the time in the world! After we kick his butt, we’ll go back to the War of the Ancients, grab the soul, and put it where we can find it like right before we get here!
Thrall: Like say… In this tree stump!
*pulls the dragon soul out of a nearby stump*
Both: Excellent!
*Both start to air guitar as Nozdormu shows up in a phone booth and joins in*
Leaked dialogue from the defeat of Garrosh Hellscream
Chen Stormstout: It is done. The Warchief is dead…
Chen Stormstout: But without a Master to control them the restless Horde will become an even greater threat to this world…
Chen Stormstout: Control must be maintained.
Thrall: The weight of such a burden…
Thrall: It must be mine for, there is no oth-
Bolvar Fordragon: GO’EL! YOU HOLD A GRIM DESTINY IN YOUR HANDS.
Bolvar Fordragon: BUT IT IS NOT YOURS.
Bolvar Fordragon: PLACE THE PAULDRONS UPON MY SHOULDERS.
Bolvar Fordragon: FOREVER MORE I WILL BE THE WARCHIEF OF THE HORDE.