Warcraft: What now?
"At last!" cried Arthas in elation as he gazed upon his innumerable armies, from high upon the Frozen Throne."I have finally succeeded in my plan to destroy all life, and now the whole world belongs to me!"
"All hail King Arthas!" came the endless undead voices across the world.
"Now that my plan is complete, I can finally achieve my goal of-" Arthas stopped mid sentence. "Hang on a minute." he said, thinking to himself. "Lets see, I kill everybody in the world... I raise them as undead, and then I... and then I... Shit." he finished, he glanced at one of the ghouls before him. "You ever get so set on doing something you completely forget why you wanted to do it in the first place?"
"All hail King Arthas!" came the reply of the innumerable voices.
"...God you guys are useless." he said after a moment, before turning back to his thoughts as he looked over the endless sea of walking corpses, visible from the Frozen Throne.
"Did I just want to rule a completely dead world." he asked himself. "That doesn't seem very fulfilling."
Then an idea occured to him.
"Wait a minute!" he said "Were the living evil! Am I the hero!" he paused to glance at Frostmourne. "Let's see, black armor, Soul devouring sword... no I'm definately the villain..."
"All hail King Arthas!"
"God! Shut up!" he yelled back. "Damn it, I could have sworn I made a plan or something."
He removed a sheet of paper from his pocket. "Let's see..." he said, reading the sheet. "Lure the heroes of Azeroth to my location... Kill heroes of Azeroth... destroy all life... and nothing about the why."
His gaze fell on his harem of female Death Knights, among them Jaina Proudmoore, Sylvanas Windrunner, wearing chainmails bikini's at best.
"Did I just want to create a harem of the hottest woman on Azeroth..." he muttered to himself. "That seems a bit petty. Even for me, and really, why bother collecting all the souls before then..."
He stood was his seat, and moved forward to survey the dead world before. "You know." he said, more to himself than any one else. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't trying to wipe out all life. Did I ever have a reason." his voice turned to one of reflection. "And now that I'm done with that, what's next... what purpose could possibly- Wait a minute, I remember my plan!"
Two months later:
"...and that is the story of how I got this guitar." finished Arthas, standing in front of the Prince of Darkness himself, who stood there, with a crowd of Succubi behind him.
"...So let me see if I've got this straight." replied Ozzy Osbourne. "You wiped an entire world clean of life, just to use the souls of the damned to fuel one all powerful axe guitar, and so that when you at last fully mastered it, you could challenge me to a rock battle for the position of Prince of Darkness."
"Yeah, that about sums it up." said Arthas.
"...Now that my friend, is what I call dedication to the art." replied Ozzy, pulling out his own guitar. "Let's do this!"
And so the most epic confrontation in the history of the world came to pass. Unfortunately such was the awesomeness of the resulting scene that it cannot be put it into words.
Had to be there.
Shame really.
. . . . .
...So yeah, this random idea came to me when I looked at one of the commercials for Wrath of the Lich King. In it, Arthas and Ozzy Osbourne have a disagreement over who was worthy to hold the title of Prince of Arthas. This, combined with Arthas being playable in guitar hero, made me decide to write this.
...Yeah, I'm pretty sure I like to think that this is how WotLK ended. Everything afterwards is just Metzen making shit up to line his pockets.
I admit that I had some inspiration from a internet series on youtube, called Dorkly bits. Honestly I wrote this thing in five minutes for fun.
