From the depths of my computer... I bring you...
In A Land Where Pandas Like Dancing
In land where Pandas like dancing, and Varian’s fifteen year old man-child likes to eat food, there was a conflict between the Horde and Alliance for absolutely no good reason. It seemed as if all hope was lost, until magically, a wild Taran Zhu appeared! The magically amazingly amazing Panda told them to stop fighting unless if they wanted to get their butts ripped off.
But big ego Garrosh decided that since he was Warchief of the Horde, he could do whatever he wanted. He started to try and beat up Taran Zhu, but alas, the Panda was by far to fast! Trained in the great, ancient ways of the monk, Taran Zhu brutally beated up Garrosh into the bloody pulp he should be.
Since that kind of did absolutely nothing, Garrosh still did some stupid stuff, like calling The Dark Lady something really bad. Also, you can already guess that he was beaten into a bloody pulp again by that. So, Garrosh decided to not seek solace and contemplation in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, he decided to screw it all up, and The Culling of Stratholme turned into a theme park, but parents complained that ‘Killing People’ wasn’t a really appropriate theme, even if Shamans were constantly dying by the fact that Ghostcrawler used them for nerfing.
This made all the Pandas angry, so they decided to make a super long raid that someone didn’t like for no good reason. So in Ghostcrawler’s anger, he decided to nerf Blackwing Lair again, instead of making the raid mechanics in Heart of Fear more interesting.
Then, all was terrible in the World of Warcraft, but it wasn’t really the player’s fault, except for the people constantly doing….. Things in Goldshire. Although I was probably going to talk about that in the first place, you really shouldn’t because the stories of Goldshire are best not to be known of.
And that’s how Warlords of Draenor was made.
“Ya know, Zaela, you should of brought tacos before you got here. I blame the stupid Alliance Dogs,” Garrosh said, sitting in a patch of grass in Nagrand.
“You also should of not landed us in some gosh darn untextured land!” A orc said, leaning against a tree.
“Not my fault you would rather have yourself killed than not have Tacobell!” Zaela growled.
“What’s with ladies these days? All I ever did was bomb Theramore and make the Horde a more reasonable faction!” Garrosh muttered.
“Why did I set you free?” Zaela murmured.
“Maybe because your into me, like all the other girls, like, most of the blood elves do what I need them to do!” Garrosh boasted.
“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WERE THEIR WARCHIEF!” Zaela yelled.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Deathwing is a better boss than you.”
“Who’s side are you on?”
“Maybe not yours!”
“I can just smash your skull in right now.”
“And I can tell Vol’Jin EXACTLY where you are!”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Watch me!”
And that’s how everyone found out where Garrosh was.
The End.
