Originally Posted by Sarahmoo

Who said that one?

Originally Posted by asafoetida

Most of the undead in WC look better than Moira.

Originally Posted by Ashendant

Well it's hard to distinguish, we just have so much different types of sausage

Originally Posted by Fojar

I see you've met Ganishka.

Originally Posted by asafoetida

Most of the undead in WC look better than Moira.

Originally Posted by Revenant

How far will he go? HOW FAR WILL HE GO? I'll tell you how far he will go. Behold, the ending of a future WoW expansion or RTS game:

Alexstrasza (after being killed by Sargeras): Blarg! I have fallen. Rhonin, you have aided us so much. I grant you what is left of my power, and the fragments of power I have preserved from the other Aspects. It is to you that I bestow all that is left of that which the titans had gifted us. And Malfurion's balls. And the Council of Tirisfal's powers.

Alexstrasza gives Rhonin the power of the Aspects (and the rest), and then dies.

Rhonin (Empowered): K.

Sargeras (Fused with his masters, even if their goals did not quite match up): RAAAARRG! The power of the Old Gods courses through me! The universe will be unmade!

Aman'Thul and the pantheon appears.

Aman'Thul: Sargeras, stop!

Sargeras does not care.

Aman'Thul: ...Rhonin. It was our COLD LOGIC that caused this to happen. Our intentions were benevolent, but due to our delusions of certainty the universe is moments away from being undone. Sargeras will destroy all order... all life... allowing the spirits of the Old Gods within him to rule over the remaining chaos for all eternity. We are unable to change our outlook. I have decided that the universe needs a mortal protector. One who is strengthened by his flaws. It is your imperfection that which grants you free will. That allows you to persevere against cosmically calculated odds. You prevailed where our own perfect creations have failed. I have decided that our power will be given unto you, Rhonin.

The titans summon a giant silver pillar that is glowing with circuitry, and radiating a light that seems pure and natural.

Aman'Thul: This is the Pillar of Titania. It holds the entirety of our power of creation... and destruction. Use it well. The hope for future generations now rests in your hands. And now that our task is done, we will take our place... amongst the legends of the universe. Also, take Eonar. Do with her what you wish.

The titans fade away solemly, except Eonar.

Krasus: What about me? My love is dead!

Rhonin thinks for a second, and telepathically tells Eonar something. Eonar nods.

Eonar willingly absorbs Alexstrasza's soul, becoming one with he creation. She gains draconic features.

Rhonin looks at Krasus. Because they are BFF, Krasus knows what Rhonin is thinking. They combine.

Rhonin: But I want to be faithful to my wife too!

Vereesa merges with Eonar too, Eonar gains elf ears.

Rhonin/Krasus (called just Rhonin) has wild, frothing of the mouth sex with his new lover, and their love produces a righteous glow. Anime music plays.

A'dal: I will bless this union. Here is my power too.

A'dal gives Rhonin the power of the Light, and then leaves.

Every other major character that has been overshadowed: Us too!

They channel their powers into the duo.

The light radiates outward from the pair.

Eonar: Gliff! (*A noise made like "yiff", but for whatever Knaak's fetish is.)

Sargeras: Noooooooooooooo!!!

Sargeras explodes.

Rhonin: Now, in a totally cool self-sacrificing move, I will absorb the dark titan's power too, keeping it and the Old Gods' powers locked away within myself.

Rhonin does so, becoming more angsty, with more internal conflict.

Now, Rhonin alone will watch over the universe, with god-like powers and a mortal's *cough*Knaak's*cough* perspective.

Narrorator: Now, here ends the wars of WarCraft. Wait, didn't the WarCraft III manual mention the possibility of a singular god who initially created the universe?

Rhonin, humping his physically perfect super-fetish wife, winks.

Roll credits.

Originally Posted by Magistrix Verdande

Needs more Ornhelm going batshit insane before ragequitting, as well as some Norgannon the Observer.

Originally Posted by Ornhelm

Ahem...

Wow sucks ass, it really is true,

I've found it better,

to play some TF2!

And yes! Unlike you!

I'm way better at pwning noobs!

Because I play better games.

And it really is a shame.

Because might as well,

have been written by Micheal bay,

So I am here to say,

That you really suck,

And you are a dumn fuck,

Who lives in a cave,

and has never been laid,

That is a shame.

But not reaaaally!

Chorus:

WoW sucks, yes it does.

Graphics gameplay and writing!

WoW sucks, it really does.

Why don't you play something fun?

And less of a shitty fuck!

WoW is dumb, I must say,

you grind all day,

and you waste all night,

Skill level is ass,

Why do you ask?

OHHHHH

Beeeecaauuse!

it takes no thoooought!

You might as weeeell!

smash a keybooooaaard!

Graphics, look from '96!!

Every thing loooook!

Like a retarded fiiiish!!!

And STORRRY...

well.

Let's just say Mario Bros is ahead of the curve compared to WoW.

SOOOOOO

WoW licks ballsack, hairy and green

It really is so shittyyy...

Only idiots play this weeklyyyy...

I'm off to sap some sentriees...

SO SEE YOU HELL, YA NERDY FUCKS!

Originally Posted by asafoetida

Most of the undead in WC look better than Moira.

Originally Posted by Jungleluke

What kind of experience? Jizzing is sexual, right?

Originally Posted by Norgannon the Dreamweaver

Originally Posted by Gurtogg_Bloodboil

Where have you heard that? Of is that just speculation? Because I certainly haven't heard anything about Blizzard officials wringing their hands together and saying "We'd have gotten away with that retcon if it wasn't for those meddling kids from Scrolls of Lore!"

Originally Posted by Royalpimp

You say 'lol', I say what a jackass.

Originally Posted by Sarahmoo

Off-topic but it was revealed yesterday that the British Prime Minister David Cameron would finish all texts with 'LOL' because he thought it stood for 'lots of love'.

Originally Posted by Jungleluke

What kind of experience? Jizzing is sexual, right?

Originally Posted by Norgannon the Dreamweaver

So many wrong lore on this thread. Especially that Magistrix Verdande. I am not going to bother to correct you all considering you are going to make something up just to try and prove you are right.

Originally Posted by Leviathon

What matters more, Ashenvale or Lordaeron? The debate of 2013 between Financial Adviser Archdruid Sentinel Kyalin Raintree the Tree Hugger of Ashenvale and Supreme Commander Archmage Fojar von Lordaeron the Highlord of Undead Slaying.

Two enter...and both probably will leave but everyone will be facepalming.

Originally Posted by Joshmaul

Yeah, we've already had enough of that "I'm right, you're wrong, YOU SUCK!!!" from trained forum trolls. We don't need any of this crap from a scrub like you. Oh, and nice choice of name, by the way. It's appropriate, considering you've made a Titanic ass of yourself...

Originally Posted by Norgannon the Dreamweaver

A lot of what you said here is WRONG. Only a few people in this thread know the lore of this topic. Which includes me.

Originally Posted by Jungleluke

What kind of experience? Jizzing is sexual, right?

Originally Posted by Erthad

What about that guy who was freaking out about Human and Forsaken hunters?

Originally Posted by Yuber8900

I'd say that was Revrant but that's before your time.

Originally Posted by peppelapuke

Timolas, that was a very rude picture, never post anything like that again. This is your only warning.

Originally Posted by Timolas

Sweet Jimmy, this thread is so old I'm not even sure what you're talking about.

Originally Posted by peppelapuke

Post was reported for moderation: Timolas had a lemonparty picture up. Doesn't matter if the post was old, clearly someone ran into it and was offended.

Originally Posted by asafoetida

Most of the undead in WC look better than Moira.

Originally Posted by Mark_Romaneck

Wow a 15 post old admin!

I guess im a newblood

Originally Posted by Drirlake

It was an evening like any other. There was a faint breeze from the south, the smell of early spring flowers in bloom was heavy in the air as the daylight waned, and the sky became a canvas of brilliant reds and oranges as the darkness of night began to creep in from its place of hiding.

I sat on my couch, drinking and watching television, briefly glancing at the floor which was festooned with empty beer cans and other forms of filth and possible biological contagions. The smoke of a cigarette I had just enjoyed hung about the ceiling, dancing mysteriously as if to some unheard music.

A rumbling surged from within my colon, which reminded me of the delicious lunch I'd had that day, although of questionable safety. I had decided I'd have some form of cuisine akin to that available in the Orient for my lunch, in fact I'd decided that before I'd even gotten dressed for work that day. Phong Lao's China Buffet - a name what I would never forget.

It caught me completely by surprise, a warm moistness, fresh on my taint. Not knowing of any more suitable course of action, I bounded directly for the restroom. Although more than likely a foolish choice on my part - I had to at least try to save the garments I'd already lightly soiled. The trial had only just begun. Before I could plant myself on the toilet seat, a searing deluge of horribly pungent deficate showered my bathroom in all directions. The walls dripping with the mud of my colon, my sphincter had no intention of relenting. My entire excretory system surged with pressure, the sensation of gargantuan logs of buffet induced bombardment filled the whole of my lower intestine. My toilet was pummeled ferociously, log after log delved eagerly into its waiting bowl. I soon noticed that the sound of splashes and plops had been replaced by a sickening moist kind of thud. I glanced down to see that my waste had piled up out of the water, now resting less than one inch below my ample $%#!%&!.

That's when the unthinkable began to happen, the kind of thing you read about in magazines, or maybe see in a Time Life video. My toilet, under the extreme pressure, the torment, the agonizing abuse it had suffered...was beginning to crack. Before I was able to brace myself, the toilet collapsed underneath me. The entire bathroom floor awash in $!@%water, turds flowing this way and that. I began to weep uncontrollably, now laying on the floor and unable to control the defications still streaming from my anus. I recall watching one of the larger logs float past my face, and wondering where it might be headed. Exhausted from the trial I'd just faced, I fell asleep where I lay.

It's been a long time since I've been able to speak of that, I thank you for helping me get it out. The healing starts here.

Originally Posted by asafoetida

Most of the undead in WC look better than Moira.