Chocolate

Storm, earth, and fire heed my call I am the son of the wind and rain Thunder beckons and I heed the call And if die upon this day In battle I will fall Hear me brothers, gather up the wolves To battle we will ride War drums echo the beating heart Pounding from inside STORM! Black clouds fill the sky EARTH! Hear my battle cry FIRE! Thunder will bring forth... DEATH! From the power of the Horde Far seer to the Warsong clan To no man will I yield Feel the power and the energy For the black god, honor, and steel I feel the fire burning in my veins Lightning strikes at my command With storm and earth, axe and fire We've come to claim this land STORM! Black clouds fill the sky EARTH! Hear my battle cry FIRE! Thunder will bring forth... DEATH! From the power of the Horde Surrounded by the enemy The wolf among the hounds Thunder turns to silence, it took... A hundred to bring me down War-brothers falling at my side With honor I will die Upon the altar of the storms I will be reborn STORM! Black clouds fill the sky EARTH! Hear my battle cry FIRE! Thunder will bring forth... DEATH! For I have been reborn! STORM! EARTH! FIRE! DEATH! THE POWER OF THE HORDEEEEEEEE! PS: If you're alliance you're a god damn gaylord. If you're a human you're ugly to boot. And if you're a warrior you're outright retarded too. PSS:

You know that feel when you're online, all alone, for hours, and you only have the RELENTLESS NPCS IN THE ARENA SHOUTING AT YOU TO LOOK AT THEIR ****ING WARES OR faeces to talk to, and then just something starts ticking in your head? You start talking to the NPC, feeling their life struggles. Y'know? It ain't easy sitting there being named Snagledick screaming from the bottom of your lungs faeces nobody cares about. And then, you see it. That conveniently placed corpse just laying there, all naked n stuff. Conversing with the parrot NPC just doesn't satisfy anymore - you just confessed your pedophilic homosexual scat loving habits to him and he repeats for the 2031st time how he can give you just the sword you need - presumably to kill yourself. But that corpse, it looks like it genuinely cares about your feelings. And then it just... happens. http://imgur.com/a/9sa7J

THE FUN PART STARTS NOW In other news, suicide lines clog and crash.

But, now you come to me, and you say: "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money. What's new Loboz? I KNOW PROJECT FIRE SURE AS HELL AIN'T

Nah bruh it ain't dead everyone just leaves when you log on.

“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," he said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my fingers start typing again, and I bear a living project. Then you will be updated, my sun-and-stars, and not before."

DISHONOR ON MY FAMIRY

OOOOOHOOO DID U DO TING? - NO I NO DO TING U REALLY NO DO TING? - I REARRY NO DO TING APOLOGIZE FOR DO TING - I SORRY FOR DO TING

Command now, XP bar later.

Sean's personal nether piggy bank

THE SEAN MACHINE

I don't study economics but won't this tear up the Ice-Cold population even more?

I have completed another one of my lifelong objectives, that is to masturbate in a public library. I do not believe I am capable of studying here anymore. I have yet to feast my eyes upon the wonders of the exposed female copulative organs and mammary glands.