Chapter 2.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, exactly the same as last chapter, blah blah blah. This is a continue to the first chapter, The Aftermath. It is based a week after the first story. I tried to make each characters story longer. And, in some of the reviews you said you wanted Night Elves, well, I put them in too, and the orcs. _____________________________________________________________
"Would you like fire with that?" Mal'Ganis the dreadlord spirit sat in a small shop called McDevils, passing undead their tasty (that's in undead terms) undead burgers. He had been working for McDevils for a week now, and was starting to think that even the Burning Legion was better than this. He was now complaining that he had to serve the lesser undead their daily chow. His pay was two coins a day, and he thought that perhaps serving people should be worth a bit more. He groaned as he turned around and saw Kel'Thuzad, his Boss, walking over to him. "Mal'Ganis! Get over here! I want you to clean the toilets! Then you're going to clean the grease off the front bench!" Mal'Ganis sighed and started walking towards the toilets. "And Mal'Ganis!" Mal'Ganis looked at Kel'Thuzad. "You're promoted."
Perhaps it wasn't the greatest promotion Mal'Ganis had ever got, as it ended up that his promotion was to a full time toilet cleaner. And just to make it worse, his work "mates"(they weren't very friendly) slipped laxatives into the undeads drinks. After a couple of days as a toilet cleaner, Mal'Ganis decided that wiping up people's waste just wasn't worth it, and he quit. When he got home that night, he saw his wife(I'm not going to mention her name) sitting at the table, looking worried. "What's wrong honey?" "It-It's the dryer, it broke." "Err.So?" "That's a family heirloom!" "I-It was? I-Oh.. Ok. Err.Can I buy another?" "IT WAS A HEIRLOOM! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?!? PUT SOME AXLE GREASE ON IT AND PUT IN ON DISPLAY IN THE LOUNGE ROOM!!?!" screamed Mal'Ganis' wife. "Well.Err.Yea, that was what I was gonna do, actually." "GET OUT!" "But this is my house!" "I SAID GET OUT!"
Mal'Ganis literally ran through the front door in fright as she started to wave a broom in his general direction. He sat on the doorstep, thinking to himself, when he heard a voice. "Psss.Hey! In the Bush!" the voice grumbled, quite loudly, a bit too loud for a dreadlord, Mal'Ganis thought. "Who? Who's there?" "It's me, Mannoroth. Did she kick you out as well?" "Yea, but, Mannoroth, what were you doing in my house?" "Err.Well.I was.Err.Fixing your oven, yea, fixing your oven!" "Mannoroth, we don't have an oven," "Exactly, I.Err.Installed the kitchen!" "Mannoroth, we already had a kitchen." "Well.I.Oh ****, I was robbing you." "Robbing me? What have I got that you would want?" "An oven."
Sargeras and Archimonde sat having an arm wrestle In the Twisting Nether. "Remember Sargeras, if I win this, I get to choose to take over any part of the woooooooorld." Archimonde mumbled through his clenched teeth. "I know! I know!" replied Sargeras in his usual 'I'm bored, let's go kill someone' tone.
In the forests of Kalimdor, Furion and Tyrande stood chatting about what they were going to have for lunch. They were in the restraunt, "Twilight of The Frogs." "How about some Demon Soup?" suggested Furion. "Nah. Too spicy. Hey! How about this new meal, 'Frostmournes Revenge'? "Hmm.Ok, I'll try it." Furion clicked his fingers and a wisp hovered up to him. "Yes." sighed the Wisp. "I'll get 2 Frostmournes Revenge." "Very Bad sir." "No, you say 'Very Good" sir." "But it isn't very good, it says in the menu that it is 'Absolutelydisgustingandwesuggestthatyougotothecemeteryandburyyourselfifyout hinkitsgood.'" "Err.Could you say that really, really, really slowly?" "Of course sir. Absolutely Disgusting and we suggest that you go to the cemetery and bury yourself if you think it is good." "Right. Lets just get the Devils Soup, shan't we Furion?" chuckled Tyrande.
Thrall, Warchief of the Orchish Horde, sat in the Great Hall playing his Game Cube, frowning. "How does this Monkey do it? I mean, Mario has more flab than Donkey Kong, so he should have squash attack or something! But noooo, Donkey Kong had to have a spin attack so he hits me off the edge. Stupid Producers! I want to talk to them!" "Absolutely right sir." Said his advisor, who was standing next to him, "And you know what I think, I think that Peach should be able to beat Luigi, because." "Oww!" butted in Thrall, "There goes my last life! Anyway, back to reality, I need a shower!" "But sir, we don't have showers, I mean, we are primitive Orcs. We haven't even invented the Toaster yet!" "Who invents the Toaster?" "I dunno, some Human." "Dam. Hey! Could we perhaps steal the plans for the toaster? I mean, wouldn't it be a great headline, "Thrall invents Toaster! Buy now from K-Mart or your nearest Big W. "Sir, K-Mart and Big W hasn't been made either." "Oh. Hey! Perhaps we could steal the plans for Big W." "Don't try it Sir." "Oh well, have we invented anything?" "Well.The discovery of Fire?" "Bah! Primitive!" "We are primitive sir!" "Don't you say that!" "But we are?" His sentence was cut short as Thrall hit him on the head with his Hammer. "I warned you!"
Well, that's all for this chapter, thanks for reading, and please review if you have any good ideas! Next chapter coming soon, and, if you have time, look up "Corruption" by Son_Of_Durotan, its good too! Anyway, Cya!
IF YOU DON'T.WELL.YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN!
Disclaimers: I own nothing, exactly the same as last chapter, blah blah blah. This is a continue to the first chapter, The Aftermath. It is based a week after the first story. I tried to make each characters story longer. And, in some of the reviews you said you wanted Night Elves, well, I put them in too, and the orcs. _____________________________________________________________
"Would you like fire with that?" Mal'Ganis the dreadlord spirit sat in a small shop called McDevils, passing undead their tasty (that's in undead terms) undead burgers. He had been working for McDevils for a week now, and was starting to think that even the Burning Legion was better than this. He was now complaining that he had to serve the lesser undead their daily chow. His pay was two coins a day, and he thought that perhaps serving people should be worth a bit more. He groaned as he turned around and saw Kel'Thuzad, his Boss, walking over to him. "Mal'Ganis! Get over here! I want you to clean the toilets! Then you're going to clean the grease off the front bench!" Mal'Ganis sighed and started walking towards the toilets. "And Mal'Ganis!" Mal'Ganis looked at Kel'Thuzad. "You're promoted."
Perhaps it wasn't the greatest promotion Mal'Ganis had ever got, as it ended up that his promotion was to a full time toilet cleaner. And just to make it worse, his work "mates"(they weren't very friendly) slipped laxatives into the undeads drinks. After a couple of days as a toilet cleaner, Mal'Ganis decided that wiping up people's waste just wasn't worth it, and he quit. When he got home that night, he saw his wife(I'm not going to mention her name) sitting at the table, looking worried. "What's wrong honey?" "It-It's the dryer, it broke." "Err.So?" "That's a family heirloom!" "I-It was? I-Oh.. Ok. Err.Can I buy another?" "IT WAS A HEIRLOOM! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?!? PUT SOME AXLE GREASE ON IT AND PUT IN ON DISPLAY IN THE LOUNGE ROOM!!?!" screamed Mal'Ganis' wife. "Well.Err.Yea, that was what I was gonna do, actually." "GET OUT!" "But this is my house!" "I SAID GET OUT!"
Mal'Ganis literally ran through the front door in fright as she started to wave a broom in his general direction. He sat on the doorstep, thinking to himself, when he heard a voice. "Psss.Hey! In the Bush!" the voice grumbled, quite loudly, a bit too loud for a dreadlord, Mal'Ganis thought. "Who? Who's there?" "It's me, Mannoroth. Did she kick you out as well?" "Yea, but, Mannoroth, what were you doing in my house?" "Err.Well.I was.Err.Fixing your oven, yea, fixing your oven!" "Mannoroth, we don't have an oven," "Exactly, I.Err.Installed the kitchen!" "Mannoroth, we already had a kitchen." "Well.I.Oh ****, I was robbing you." "Robbing me? What have I got that you would want?" "An oven."
Sargeras and Archimonde sat having an arm wrestle In the Twisting Nether. "Remember Sargeras, if I win this, I get to choose to take over any part of the woooooooorld." Archimonde mumbled through his clenched teeth. "I know! I know!" replied Sargeras in his usual 'I'm bored, let's go kill someone' tone.
In the forests of Kalimdor, Furion and Tyrande stood chatting about what they were going to have for lunch. They were in the restraunt, "Twilight of The Frogs." "How about some Demon Soup?" suggested Furion. "Nah. Too spicy. Hey! How about this new meal, 'Frostmournes Revenge'? "Hmm.Ok, I'll try it." Furion clicked his fingers and a wisp hovered up to him. "Yes." sighed the Wisp. "I'll get 2 Frostmournes Revenge." "Very Bad sir." "No, you say 'Very Good" sir." "But it isn't very good, it says in the menu that it is 'Absolutelydisgustingandwesuggestthatyougotothecemeteryandburyyourselfifyout hinkitsgood.'" "Err.Could you say that really, really, really slowly?" "Of course sir. Absolutely Disgusting and we suggest that you go to the cemetery and bury yourself if you think it is good." "Right. Lets just get the Devils Soup, shan't we Furion?" chuckled Tyrande.
Thrall, Warchief of the Orchish Horde, sat in the Great Hall playing his Game Cube, frowning. "How does this Monkey do it? I mean, Mario has more flab than Donkey Kong, so he should have squash attack or something! But noooo, Donkey Kong had to have a spin attack so he hits me off the edge. Stupid Producers! I want to talk to them!" "Absolutely right sir." Said his advisor, who was standing next to him, "And you know what I think, I think that Peach should be able to beat Luigi, because." "Oww!" butted in Thrall, "There goes my last life! Anyway, back to reality, I need a shower!" "But sir, we don't have showers, I mean, we are primitive Orcs. We haven't even invented the Toaster yet!" "Who invents the Toaster?" "I dunno, some Human." "Dam. Hey! Could we perhaps steal the plans for the toaster? I mean, wouldn't it be a great headline, "Thrall invents Toaster! Buy now from K-Mart or your nearest Big W. "Sir, K-Mart and Big W hasn't been made either." "Oh. Hey! Perhaps we could steal the plans for Big W." "Don't try it Sir." "Oh well, have we invented anything?" "Well.The discovery of Fire?" "Bah! Primitive!" "We are primitive sir!" "Don't you say that!" "But we are?" His sentence was cut short as Thrall hit him on the head with his Hammer. "I warned you!"
Well, that's all for this chapter, thanks for reading, and please review if you have any good ideas! Next chapter coming soon, and, if you have time, look up "Corruption" by Son_Of_Durotan, its good too! Anyway, Cya!
IF YOU DON'T.WELL.YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN!