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This story is based on characters from Warcraft 3, so if you haven't played it, you won't understand this story. I'll stop going on about nothing. Here is the story:
Mal'Ganis the Dreadlord, or I should say ex-Dreadlord sat in his strange looking lounge. He was complaining about work, as usual. He worked for the Burning Legion, and, like any other normal Dreadlord, he hated his job. But as he was a green Demon, he couldn't get any better jobs. "Damn the Lich King and his stupid ideas about taking over that damn planet. Hasn't he got anything else to do?" As usual, he was talking to his son, Fal'Ganis, the only person who would actually listen to him. "Why don't you retire father? You could live here and I could join the Burning Legion to earn money," said Fal'Ganis. "Not the we need it!" He quickly added. His father didn't like him thinking that they were poor. "Why that's a good idea son. I'll tell the Lich King right now." Mal'Ganis walked over to a strange model, tapped it twice, and a portal appeared. He walked through it.
The Lich King was sitting on his Frozen Throne, complaining about the weather. "Damn Northrend, why couldn't we have some nice weather? I haven't got a tan in a long time." He complained. His servant decided not to remind him that he was a skeleton and that it was not likely he could ever get a tan again. The Lich King frowned. "Mal'Ganis is coming, I wonder what he wants. He better not want a raise!"
A portal opened in front of The Lich King, and Mal'Ganis shot out. "Master Ner'Zhul, I come to tell you something very important." Said Mal'Ganis, ignorant that the Lich King could read minds. "I know Mal'Ganis, so I have one thing to say to you. YOU'RE FIRED!" A portal again appeared behind Mal'Ganis, and it sucked him in.
Mal'Ganis landed with a thud back on his lounge room couch. "How did it go Father?" inquired Fal'Ganis. "Uhhh.Alright. The Lich King said he was..uhhh..Sorry that I was leaving, yeah, that's what he said." Muttered Mal'Ganis. "Did you ask him about me joining?" asked Fal'Ganis. Mal'Ganis merely groaned, reached for the statue, tapped it twice, walked through the portal, and awaited a painful experience.
On the other side of the world, Medivh stood looking out on the ocean. "MEDIVH!!!" "Coming Honey!" Medivh was now married to Jaina Proudmoore, Archmagi to the Kirin Tor. Jaina was a very beautiful young lady, but had a terrible temper. Medivh regretted that he had ever married her, and hoped that the divorce notes would soon arrive. "What is it Honey?" muttered Medivh. "The stoves on fire! Put it out!" yelled Jaina. "Why don't you summon a water elemental, dear?" he said in a sarcastic voice. "Don't you get smart with me!" Medivh groaned, and shot a stream of water at the oven. "Now take this washing out, you lazy good for nothing." Medivh rushed out of the house with his hands full of washing. He started pegging up knickers and bras, jocks and socks, and sighed. He wished the world would be invaded again, to brighten it up a bit. Perhaps Jaina would die in a legendary battle, and he and Archimonde could go to the Football again. Archimonde and him used to be mates, until the director decided that Medivh had to ally with a bunch of stupid humans and kill Archimonde. If only something would brighten up the world again. He thought it would be fun. Perhaps he could hang out with his old friend again. Perhaps.
Archimonde the Defiler sat in the Twisting Nether, chatting to Sargeras, Titan of Death. "So Sargeras, what planet are we going to take over next?" said Archimonde. "Hmmm.Perhaps we shouldn't take over anymore, it gets boring." Sighed Sargeras. "Are you joking Sargeras? Its fun! Now, lets have that arm wrestle you promised me, eh?" Laughed Archimonde. Sargeras quickly proved that he was still the best arm wrestler, by breaking Archimonde's hand, dislocating his shoulder, and providing him with a painfully twisted neck. A pair of Goblin medics ran on, gave Archimonde a potion, and his hand, shoulder and neck changed back into the way they used to be. "Now, Sargeras, I bet you, if I win this next round, the Burning Legion will have to attack a planet. If not, then I will suffer eternal torment. Sargeras grinned. "You have a deal then." Archimonde and Sargeras shook hands.
On the other, other, other, side of the world, Arthas the Death Knight sat looking at the Eiffel Tower. He thought it was a piece of junk. What was the point of erecting a very big tower? Perhaps it was a transportation device? He decided that it was such a stupid idea, he fired a fireball at it. The Eiffel Tower exploded, and one half toppled over and fell on a shop called 'Jeans West'. Arthas decided that no-one really cared about jeans anyway, and that a small outlet store wouldn't matter in the long run. It was not if the Scourge would leave a jeans shop to survive. He then thought he might visit that city with that big wall. What was it called? Oh yes, China! He quickly teleported in front of a crowd of Chinese men and women walking across the big wall. They stared at Arthas. Arthas decided that he didn't look very local. He leaped down from the wall and looked at it. It was large, but how strong was it? He pulled out Frostmourne, his sword, walked over to the wall, took a close look at it, and gave it a tap with Frostmourne. What happened next is more or less like the Domino affect. The wall collapsed around him. He stood there, looking quite stunned that the wall was so weak. He suddenly smiled, he found it quite funny that this wall had acted like dominoes. He tried to remember to buy a packet of dominoes when he took his trip to Australia.
This story is based on characters from Warcraft 3, so if you haven't played it, you won't understand this story. I'll stop going on about nothing. Here is the story:
Mal'Ganis the Dreadlord, or I should say ex-Dreadlord sat in his strange looking lounge. He was complaining about work, as usual. He worked for the Burning Legion, and, like any other normal Dreadlord, he hated his job. But as he was a green Demon, he couldn't get any better jobs. "Damn the Lich King and his stupid ideas about taking over that damn planet. Hasn't he got anything else to do?" As usual, he was talking to his son, Fal'Ganis, the only person who would actually listen to him. "Why don't you retire father? You could live here and I could join the Burning Legion to earn money," said Fal'Ganis. "Not the we need it!" He quickly added. His father didn't like him thinking that they were poor. "Why that's a good idea son. I'll tell the Lich King right now." Mal'Ganis walked over to a strange model, tapped it twice, and a portal appeared. He walked through it.
The Lich King was sitting on his Frozen Throne, complaining about the weather. "Damn Northrend, why couldn't we have some nice weather? I haven't got a tan in a long time." He complained. His servant decided not to remind him that he was a skeleton and that it was not likely he could ever get a tan again. The Lich King frowned. "Mal'Ganis is coming, I wonder what he wants. He better not want a raise!"
A portal opened in front of The Lich King, and Mal'Ganis shot out. "Master Ner'Zhul, I come to tell you something very important." Said Mal'Ganis, ignorant that the Lich King could read minds. "I know Mal'Ganis, so I have one thing to say to you. YOU'RE FIRED!" A portal again appeared behind Mal'Ganis, and it sucked him in.
Mal'Ganis landed with a thud back on his lounge room couch. "How did it go Father?" inquired Fal'Ganis. "Uhhh.Alright. The Lich King said he was..uhhh..Sorry that I was leaving, yeah, that's what he said." Muttered Mal'Ganis. "Did you ask him about me joining?" asked Fal'Ganis. Mal'Ganis merely groaned, reached for the statue, tapped it twice, walked through the portal, and awaited a painful experience.
On the other side of the world, Medivh stood looking out on the ocean. "MEDIVH!!!" "Coming Honey!" Medivh was now married to Jaina Proudmoore, Archmagi to the Kirin Tor. Jaina was a very beautiful young lady, but had a terrible temper. Medivh regretted that he had ever married her, and hoped that the divorce notes would soon arrive. "What is it Honey?" muttered Medivh. "The stoves on fire! Put it out!" yelled Jaina. "Why don't you summon a water elemental, dear?" he said in a sarcastic voice. "Don't you get smart with me!" Medivh groaned, and shot a stream of water at the oven. "Now take this washing out, you lazy good for nothing." Medivh rushed out of the house with his hands full of washing. He started pegging up knickers and bras, jocks and socks, and sighed. He wished the world would be invaded again, to brighten it up a bit. Perhaps Jaina would die in a legendary battle, and he and Archimonde could go to the Football again. Archimonde and him used to be mates, until the director decided that Medivh had to ally with a bunch of stupid humans and kill Archimonde. If only something would brighten up the world again. He thought it would be fun. Perhaps he could hang out with his old friend again. Perhaps.
Archimonde the Defiler sat in the Twisting Nether, chatting to Sargeras, Titan of Death. "So Sargeras, what planet are we going to take over next?" said Archimonde. "Hmmm.Perhaps we shouldn't take over anymore, it gets boring." Sighed Sargeras. "Are you joking Sargeras? Its fun! Now, lets have that arm wrestle you promised me, eh?" Laughed Archimonde. Sargeras quickly proved that he was still the best arm wrestler, by breaking Archimonde's hand, dislocating his shoulder, and providing him with a painfully twisted neck. A pair of Goblin medics ran on, gave Archimonde a potion, and his hand, shoulder and neck changed back into the way they used to be. "Now, Sargeras, I bet you, if I win this next round, the Burning Legion will have to attack a planet. If not, then I will suffer eternal torment. Sargeras grinned. "You have a deal then." Archimonde and Sargeras shook hands.
On the other, other, other, side of the world, Arthas the Death Knight sat looking at the Eiffel Tower. He thought it was a piece of junk. What was the point of erecting a very big tower? Perhaps it was a transportation device? He decided that it was such a stupid idea, he fired a fireball at it. The Eiffel Tower exploded, and one half toppled over and fell on a shop called 'Jeans West'. Arthas decided that no-one really cared about jeans anyway, and that a small outlet store wouldn't matter in the long run. It was not if the Scourge would leave a jeans shop to survive. He then thought he might visit that city with that big wall. What was it called? Oh yes, China! He quickly teleported in front of a crowd of Chinese men and women walking across the big wall. They stared at Arthas. Arthas decided that he didn't look very local. He leaped down from the wall and looked at it. It was large, but how strong was it? He pulled out Frostmourne, his sword, walked over to the wall, took a close look at it, and gave it a tap with Frostmourne. What happened next is more or less like the Domino affect. The wall collapsed around him. He stood there, looking quite stunned that the wall was so weak. He suddenly smiled, he found it quite funny that this wall had acted like dominoes. He tried to remember to buy a packet of dominoes when he took his trip to Australia.