Chapter 1:Da Prophet Dude

Thrall walked out of his tent after having a weird dream about murlocs beating him about the head and shoulders with rotting fish.

"Wow what an odd dream, was it really a dream cause I can still feel where I got hit," He said.

An odd looking crow-like thing flew in front of Thrall and oddly while still flapping lowered vertically, and turned into some dude with a feathered cloak.

Thrall gasped and shouted, "ANIMAL KILLER!!" and he hit the odd man with his big hammer killing him instantly.

Suddenly five murlocs appeared out of nowhere and started beating Thrall about the head and shoulders with rotten fish.

"AAAAAAAAH!" Screamed Thrall as he ran back into his tent.

The five murlocs high fived and exploded with lots of blood and enough bones to make two of each.

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Thrall walked out of his tent after having a weird dream about murlocs beating him about the head and shoulders with rotting fish.

"Ow, now I know why I hurt all over," He said.

"Um, Duh," A not so distant disembodied voice said.

"Who's There?" Thrall said his wolf whirling around 360 degrees but him breaking the law of inertia, "Show yourself!"

There was a flash of light and smoke and Thrall began coughing, as the smoke cleared, standing where it had originated was a man with a very flashy outfit, with no animal parts on it, his hair was in a ponytail, and he had on sunglasses.

"Woah! Why you all flashy?" Thrall said having to shield his eyes from the sun reflecting of the mans coat.

"Cause last time I had on a feathered cloak and you killed me," Said the flashy man

"Animal killer!!!!" Shouted Thrall hitting the flashy man with his big hammer killing him instantly.

Suddenly four footman poofed into existence and started beating Thrall with their wooden toy swords.

"Hey These aren't toys!!!" one of the footmen shouted, "these are very dangerous weapons!!"

Fine their dangerous wooden weapon things that most people would call toys.

"Hey!!"

Oh shut up.

Thrall finally, unknowingly hehehehe, smacked the footmen that held the toy- I mean weapon, with his hammer sending him flying into the edge of the map. I mean haven't you ran into that thing before annoying isn't it? Anyways… somebodysetusupthebomb

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Thrall walked out from his tent with very stiff shoulders and… you know what forget this,

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