I’m actually a little late on this one. Sure, I had it on the draft board…but I’ve had other things to post. Once again, I attribute WoW Insider for the writing spark as Matthew McCurley continues to get me writing random posts. This time it was his Mad Libs from Saturday’s Breakfast Topic. Some of my fellow bloggers like Navimie and Effy have gotten in on the act as well.
The Mad Libs?
- PROPER NOUN
- PLURAL NOUN
- PART OF THE BODY
- NAME OF FAVORITE DEAD ALLIANCE PALADIN
- PAST TENSE OF A BODILY FUNCTION
- ORC NAME
- EMOTION YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOSE A REALLY IMPORTANT ROLL BY 1
- FAVORITE FARM ANIMAL
- BODILY FLUID
- TAMEABLE CREATURE
- PART OF A SHIP
- PLURAL OF AN ORGAN FOUND IN THE HUMAN BODY
- NAME OF FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE
- NAME OF CLIMATE
- NAME OF SEASON
- LARGEST NUMBER YOU CAN IMAGINE
- FIRST WORD YOU CAN THINK OF
So, here’s what I went with:
- sixteen million
…and now here’s how our little tale plays out…
Once upon a time, the bitter king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, was sailing on his ship, the Pride of The Sword, when suddenly an orcish warship came out of the fog! “Battle stations!” the king ordered. “We will not let them take the finicky trees!” Two troll hunters fired arrows at Varian, narrowly missing his coccyx. “By Dargath’s ghost! That was close,” Varian spat.
Garrosh Hellscream, warchief of the Horde, ran out onto the deck of his ship, the Logard”s Dejection. “Varian, you cowardly sheep! Come face me, and feel the might of my Mag’har mucus!” Garrosh lunged forward and, with the grace of a wolf, landed on Varian’s ship. The two fought until the anchor was red with brains.
Suddenly, Chen Stormstout appeared in a puff of whiskey. “Stop this at once! Your battle has cut off shipments of the ingredients to my prized new ale, Slow Muggy Autumn Stout! If this continues, we will never have enough for Brewfest!” Varian and Garrosh looked at each other’s salty faces and agreed that this fighting was pointless. “Garrosh, what do you say we let bygones be bygones and have sixteen million drinks together at Brewfest?” “A true warchief partners with rooftops!”
…man some of that just does not make sense. It’s no less amusing mind you.