Good stuff, good stuff. 10/10
Good stuff, good stuff. 10/10
Thanks to Elyaan
Sayid: Listen carefully: There's a well on the main island, half mile south of the camp we just left. Desmonds inside it. Locke wants him dead, which means you're going to need him. Do you understand me?
Jack: Why are you telling me this?
Sayid: Because its going to be you Ja-
Bolvar Fordragon: The dragon's flame... sealed my fate. The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Strap the explosive upon my head, Sayid. Forevermore - I will be the new Charlie.
Bolvars not alliance anymore though, he's scourge.
"The beginning of wisdom is the statement 'I do not know.' The person who cannot make that statement is one who will never learn anything. And I have prided myself on my ability to learn."
Going to attempt this!
Thermaplugg: I see only... troggs... before me... *exagerated gnome dying noise*
Mekkatorque: Without their master's P.A. announcements, the leper gnomes will become confused and leave the instance, ganking lowbies and kill stealing bears, which already have retardedly low drop rates. Control must be maintained. There must always be *steam vent noises* A Gnome King.
Tirion: *takes Thermapluggs goggles* The weight of such a burden, it must be mine.
Bolvar: TIRION!
Tirion: Wha- Oh not this shit again...
This topic is one of the best things to happen to WoW So much greatness in just one topic is too much
"Everyone has a plan 'till they get punched in the mouth." -Mike Tyson
Stormwind Park: I see... only darkness... before... me...
Varian: Without their home, the restless squirrels will become an even greater threat to this world.
Varian: Control must be maintained. There must always be a Stormwind Park. *Dramatic sound of volcanos erupting*
Baros Alexston: The weight of such a burden... must be mine. For I am the city architect...
Bolvar: Baros! You hold a grim destiny in your hands, brother - but it is not your own.
Baros Alexton: Bolvar!
Bolvar: The dragons' flame sealed my fate. The world of the dead can no longer comfort me! Place the Moonwell on my head, architect. Forevermore, I will be the Stormwind Park!
Turalyon is DEFINITELY the most bad-ass alliance player, even though he is missing, without him there wouldn't be any "Alliance" there wouldn't be any "Human Strongholds" the Orcs would still be blood thirsty and demonic, its Turalyon that turned the tide against the Horde.
**Tirion mowing the lawn**
[Tirion]: This lawn... the weight of such a burden... it must be mine.
[Bolvar]: Tirion!
[Tirion]: Bolvar! By all that is holy!
**Bolvar turns into a lawnmower**
the end.
“Justice and power must be brought together, so that whatever is just may be powerful, and whatever is powerful may be just.”
I want to have daughters... but if I end up having sons I'll raise them like this X3
Jaina: Without a love interest, I will become an even greater threat! Control must be maintained...there must always be...[Clitoral electric pulsing] a complex and troubled main antagonist whom I shall fall madly in love with.
Varian: Such a burden, it must be mine! I want moar attention!
Bolvar: The Dragons' flame...sealed my fate. The that is secretly under Jaina's control can no longer comfort me... place the condom on my penis, Varian. Forevermore - I will become Jaina's new mantoy!
Thrall: Back off, buddy.
AQ40
C'thun: Your heart will explode...
Cho'gall: The weight of such a burden...it must be mi-
Bolvar: Cho'gall!
Cho'gall: Who the f*** are you?
Bolvar: The dragon's flame sealed my fate...The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Place the eye upon my head. Forevermore, I will be the Old God of Chaos.
Med'an: WELL OBVIOUSLY, WE HAVE A RAPIST IN LINCOLN PARK! He's climbin' in your windows, he's snatchin' your people up, tryin' to rape em s'yall need to hide ya kids, hide ya wife, hide ya kids, hide ya wife, hide ya kids, hide ya wife, and hide your husband cuz they rapin' everybody out here. *Topples the Ruins of AQ upon their heads*
Thought of this, then thought of shakespear, so here i go ^_^
Julius Ceasar: Et'tu Brute. Thus falls the Mighty Ceasar.
Cassius: With the death of Julius, the citizens of Rome will go into an uproar, there must always be, <enter iconic superstituous shakespearen effect here> a Ceasar.
Brutus: Such a burden, as a friend of Julius and the one who struck the final blow, it must be mine.
Brutus picks up Julius's crown and begins to place it on his head.
Bolvar: Brutus!
Brutus: what is this menagerie? a spectre of a man bathed in flame!
Bolvar: This burden is too much for you to carry Brutus, place the crown upon my head and I shall be the Ceasar.
Brutus: What the.....
Bolvar: Do it! The flame of the dragons sealed my fate, I can no longer feel the comfort of the World, of Warcraft. Place the crown upon my head Brutus.
Brutus: I'm confused.
Cassius: Just do it! The Angry mobs are already beging to destroy everything! Look, they even killed a random poet who just happened to share a name with one of us.
Brutus: um, ok then.
Brutus places the crown on Bolvar's head
Brutus: this is just so weird, can't wait to tell the boys at the tavern about this.
Bolvar: No! I must be forgotten if Rome is to live in peace, tell them only that Julius is dead. and that Bolvar never exsisted!
Cassius: Who's Bolvar?
Brutus: I think its him.
Bolvar: Yes, I am Bolvar. Now leave and never return!
Cassius and Brutus Leave
Mark Antony comes by
Antony: What happened here?
Antony looks at a statue that clearly depcited everything that had happened
Anonty: FFFFFUUUUUUUUU Brutus!!!!!!!!!1
Alot of people arent gunna understand this but im sure those who do will appreciate it ^_^
Thrall: It seems my time has come. Garrosh, *cough* bring true freedom... to our people, my... friend... *death rattle*
Drek'thar: Without its mediator's command, the restless elementals will pose an even greater threat to this world. Control must be maintained. There must always be... *Drek'thar casts Thunderstorm* a Shaman Farseer.
Saurfang: The weight of such a burden... it must be mine! For there is no othe-
Bolvar: Saurfang! You hold a great destiny in your hands, brother - but it is not your own.
Saurfang: Bolvar! By the Kor'kron...
Bolvar Fordragon: The dragons' flame sealed my fate. The world of the Paladin can no longer comfort me. Place the satchel upon my head, Saurfang. Forevermore, I will be the Farseer Shaman of the Horde.
Saurfang: No, old friend, I cannot.
Bolvar Fordragon: Do it, Saurfang! You and these brave heroes have your own destinies to fulfill. This last act of Shamanism... is mine.
Saurfang: Your satchel will not be forgotten, brother.
Bolvar Fordragon: It must be forgotten, Saurfang! If the world is to live free from the tyranny of the elementals, they must never know what was done here today.
Bolvar Fordragon: Tell them only that the the young Warcheif is dead.
Bolvar Fordragon: And that the mighty satchel... died with him.