I own nothing.

Now, I thought I'd tell you... my characters operate under what I call "fanfiction time". Basically, even though they continue the same story, time progresses at its normal pace. Also, I won't be writing random previews anymore. Sorry.

Now, for the randomness!


"Raargh!" Arthas yelled as he jumped off his hospital bed, grabbed an imaginary sword, and promptly fell over, still injured. Despite the fact that he was currently flopping helplessly on the floor, he yelled, "How dare you watch any of the ridiculous Star Wars prequel trilogy! It intruded on my dreams! I will kill you all! Hey, wait a minute, why are you people here?"

" Okay, first of all, calm down. And second of all, we are starting an expedition to California to beat up the people who decided to ruin our lives in Cataclysm," Gelbin answered, "Also, please forgive my Star Wars mistake.

"Um, didn't that get implemented over a year ago?" Arthas asked.

AAHHHH!

,lp.;/'-p8uijk35rtyhjkl;nbjhbhjvbgvgycdrxdrvik;,llmjnuyfrtrttghu;kljkhufdtrdt

*DZZT!*

"I would truly love being able to kick Blizzard ass, but I am currently incapacitated, and Holy-type healing spells just hurt me even more. Do you guys have any other ideas?"

After looking around a moment, Tyrande glared at every other person in the room.

"Wow, you people aren't very smart," she commented. After another few seconds of staring, she rolled her eyes, healed Arthas to full, and said with a smirk, "Resto, b**ches."

Because he secretly didn't want to participate in the raid, Arthas quietly muttered, "Damn alternative healing methods." Then, louder, "How will I get out of here? Who'll pay for my bill?"

With a flash of ghost wolf in his eyes, Varian asked in low voice, "You don't have, i don't know, insurance, maybe?"

"I'm a video game character, and I'm undead. Do you think I expected to be injured?"

"Qui' yer b***chin' and leave i' tae me," Magni said in an exasperated voice. He grabbed Arthas, hit himself in the forehead with his hammer, and somehow flew through the air, sailing out of a window and screaming, "EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and Gelbin put it as eloquently as anyone could have: "How is that f**king possible? It breaks so many laws of physics, I'm not even going to talk about it. But anyway, let's go get Arthas' arms and armor and get the hell out of-oh s**t! Hospital commandos!"


"Um, hi, Jaina. How are things?" Lor'themar asked sheepishly.

"Oh, you know, little, no, or negative recognition in-game, getting my lovelife screwed by Blizzard, getting rejected by my fellow open-world raid bosses, stuff like that. Now, seriously, let me come with you, or I will shove my quarterstaff up your ass and shoot a fireball out of it. I am not kidding," Jaina Proudmore threatened.

"Wow, I had no idea she was such a badass," Garrosh commented, which caused Jaina to turn and face him angrily. After a few moments of glaring, she finally muttered, "Might do it to you anyway. Now, I believe you were returning to the 50FAFTATH hospital, so c'mon." She quickly cast a portal spell, stepped through, and ended up in a battlefield.


Sorry for the short chapter and 7-month wait, but I have an important notice. My stories are up for adoption, as you may have already seen. To make a long story short, indefinitely, I will not be writing any more fanfiction. The full details are on my profile.