Hey there kiddies! It's your old pal Grimm! Yeeeah, listen, I'm just writing this story because I fid myself with the actual time to do it, so don't expect much more than few and far between updates and gutter humor. Now, I do not claim ownership of any and all Blizzard properties or any other property mentioned in this story.
Now, I am so, so, soooo, sorry that I'm going to present Giggles' Fury.
Hurrah! Baal lay slain at the Great Barbarian Giggles' feet. Giggles returned peace and prosperity to the land of Sanctuary. He would forever be remembered as great hero in the eyes and hearts of every man, woman, child in the land. He is now officially allowed into the orgy pit for free any time he wants.
Two years later…
Giggles' was sitting on his couch, in his, cramped, dimly lit, poorly heated and all around crappy apartment, watching the three-dollar-budgeted made-for-TV movie depicting his adventures against the Three Prime Evils (clearly ignoring the fact of what time period he's living in and there being no possible way he could own a Television, due to them being nonexistent.).
The camera angles made him want to rip out his own eyes and defecate on them, the guy playing him was so flamboyant that Dr. Frankenfurter would call him a fag, the make-up was so bad that it looked like everyone on screen were sad clowns just getting over the fact that they were punched in the nads by another snot nosed runt, and the script was so bad it actually caused 70,000 people to commit suicide, a number not seen since the 28th Pirates of the Caribbean movie.
Giggles sat upon his couch, praying silently, not silently, weeping that the people responsible for this anal raping of Ameri-er-Sanctuary cinema; would politely make their way to the nearest highway and go play in traffic. The worst part being that he wasn't going to see a dime that they could have possibly pinched out of this (expletive) (expletive) (something about your mother) (chocolate) "production". They tracked him down in a bar, got him so drunk that he had an aura of booze so thick; it got anyone near him toasted. Then they go him to sign a waiver saying they don't owe him any money for likeness rights. Then, to top it off, they sold him into slavery for the Amazons, to help fund the film. He was put into the labor dept. not reproduction.
Here is an excerpt from that period in his life;
"'RIGHT YOU MISERABLE RATS!" The labor master called, "BREAK TIME!"
"Okay," Giggles piped up, "I don't think all this name calling helps for a positive work enviro---" KRAK! The labor master cracked her whip across Giggles' back. "OW! Damn it and another thing; the whipping is really starting to annoy so---" KRAK! "Dag nab it! Quit it!" KRAK! "Alright! Stop it!" "KRAK" "Quit that shit!" "………" "Are you done?" "…….." "Thank you, now---" KRAK! "Sonova BH!!! Quit it! Alright!?!" KRAK! "Alright, that's it, I'm not gonna play anymore." KRAK! "I'm serious! STOP!" KRAK!
And so forth. The Amazons released Giggles out of pity for what the movie did to his reputation. But this is all beside the point of the problem. The fact of the matter was that our barbarian hero had fallen on hard times. And so his comeback adventure begins…..
Next chapter.