2 'Value. Value. Value.'
This story is based upon and originally posted below the following YouTube video;
Hearthstone: Mechanized Nature Will Rise against You (Druid Constructed)
watch?v=2fJxSNdOWAM
The word rattled around in the beast's head. It knew not what the word meant, but it had heard it spoken before, often in reference to itself by the powerful heroes of the land. The beast had grown to regard itself with pride when hearing 'value' spoken aloud, for it seemed to indicate how well the heroes valued his strength and fighting spirit. But now hearing the word 'value' filled him with dread. But why?
The beast's eyes opened. It was lying on a stone slab in an unfamiliar room with a high ceiling open to the night sky. All around, squat creatures clanked about, staring at mechanical dials and adjusting switches. The words they spoke added to the beast's confusion; phrases like 'operation successful,' 'all indicators positive,' and 'powering up; portals online.'
The beast tried to rise, but found he was strapped to the slab and much of his strength was gone. He howled in frustration, drawing the gaze of the mechanical creatures, who regarded him coolly. He glanced about, noticing that something was attached to his head as well; a helmet of some kind. He had never worn anything on his head the way so many weaker creatures did, and he began to wonder how a helmet could fit around his mighty horns?
But his thoughts were distracted when he noticed a series of cords that moved each time he moved his head; apparently attached to the helmet. His gaze followed the cords and he let out a gasp. For they ran from his helmet to that of another creature, about his size and lying on an identical stone slab.
The other creature sat up and turned it's head to look at him. It's orange hide gleamed metallic and electricity crackled between it's cast-iron horns. 'Value. Value. Value.' It said robotically though it's mouth didn't even move.
The beast shrieked in confusion and began to thrash against it's restraints. The small robots looked at each other hesitantly while the orange monster simply droned on; 'Value. Value. Value.'
From behind a large instrument panel emerged another figure; drawing the gaze of the robots and even causing the orange monster to snap to silent attention. The beast recognized this figure and his heart rose; it was the Wonderful Wizard of Valuetown! The beast had fought on the side of the wizard in many battles and more often than not, they had been victorious.
The Wizard looked down on the yeti (for a yeti it was) passively and benevolently. He read hope in the beast's small blue eyes.
Then the Wizard spoke; 'Rest in peace, normal yeti. Your mechanized self is superior.'