Garrosh was walking in a park not too far from Blizzard HQ. It was a beautiful, sunny day and he needed to grab some fresh air after a rigorous morning of Hearthstone. He found a vending machine and decided to grab a soda, but as he was contemplating what drink to choose, he could hear a distant cry from a familiar voice.
“Garrosh! Garrosh!”
Turning to his right, he noticed Thrall running towards him. Garrosh raised his brow, wondering what the fuss was about. Soon after, the Shaman stopped in front of him, panting and sweating profusely.
“Ga…. Garrosh. I… found you” Thrall managed to find the words between deep breaths of exhaustion.
“What the hell is going on?” Garrosh asked.
“There’s no time. We have to take cover” was the response.
“Take cover from what? Explain yourself!” Garrosh was growing irritated at his companion’s vague words.
“A storm is coming” Thrall looked at Garrosh with an intense glare that looked like it could pierce Azeroth deeper than Sargeras’ sword ever could.
“A storm?!” Garrosh couldn’t help but snicker at the ridiculous suggestion “Thrall, have you grown so old that your hearing is impaired? They said Florence is hitting Carolina, not California!”
Thrall shook his head “I’m not talking about a Hurricane.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“It all started with Valeera” Thrall wiped the sweat from his forehead and paced his breathing “She was playing a Quest Rogue game against Malfurion where she got Giggling Inventor off of Mimic Pod. She then kept playing Giggling Inventors over and over again, bouncing them back to her hand and…”
“So what?! She does that stuff all the time!” Garrosh interrupted the Shaman in anger, remembering various games where he had to endure the same antics.
“Yes, but Malfurion kept gaining armor and stalling with Spreading Plague. He had 60 armor at one point. He prolonged the game turn after turn as Blizzard servers grew unstable and then…”
Thrall paused for a moment, almost as if to intentionally create a dramatic effect.
”she drew Sonya.”
The Orcs went silent. Garrosh blinked a few times, almost as if he was trying to wake up from a dream before coming to his senses and realizing the ridiculousness of the situation.
“SO WHAT?” He broke the silence “Why would you run all the way here to find me and tell me to ‘take cover’ just because of some Quest Rogue game?!”
The moment Garrosh finished his sentence, the ground started rumbling and shaking, almost causing both orcs to lose their balance and fall.
“An earthquake?!” Garrosh exclaimed.
“No.” Thrall answered silently “They’re here”
He pointed towards the path back to Blizzard HQ, where a giant cloud of people appeared in the distance, running towards them. As they grew closer, it became clear to Garrosh that these weren’t actually people. They were mechanical robots that were surrounded by bright yellow projections. A few more seconds passed, and he could hear their chilling calls more clearly.
“HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!”
Garrosh’s eyes widened in terror.
“They….are… so… annoying!”
Thrall closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure, blocking out the loud noises approaching them closer and closer. He turned his head and opened his eyes to look at Garrosh again, just to utter one more word.
“Run”
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Hello, if I want to reply, why do I have to confirm that I’m not a robot?
Love that one!