"Bow before me, peasant." You said as you pushed your husband's head to the floor and cackled until your throat began to ache. "Fuck, why are we even doing this again?" Answered the pathetic meat bag that's lying on the ground. "Because, you ordered we duel--" "I call bullshit."
"Do not interrupt my words. Anyways, you ordered to duel; battle. You, my beautiful not king, lost World War III. Therefore, I, am THE Dab Master. That's also what you'll be naming me from now on." Kei gasped loudly "How dare you steal that title you unworthy son of a--" "One more word and your meaningless dinosaur figures shall be sent to your cousins to be destructed."
"What the fuck did you just fucking say about my gear, you little n00b? I'll have you know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I've won so many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I also have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You are nothing to me but just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right now so you better prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Barrage that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your character. You're fucking pwn'd, n00b. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my secondary talent tree. Not only am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Fire magic and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you little faggot. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're getting debuffed, you goddamnn00b. I will shit Dragon's Breath all over you and you will burn in it. You're fucking pwn'd faggot." He pushed your ankle and watched you as you fell on the floor. He smirked and walked out of the room flipping ten bottles expecting them to land perfectly on their bottoms. Of course I am the author of this non-existent fanfiction which is totes magotes real, therefore they all land on your stomach on the top. The BYPAOF Squad [Burnnn, Your Pants Are On Fire {Oink-Kuroo-Bo] arrives and claps.
[[ If requested, I'll write a second chapter to follow whatever the fuck I just wrote. Please leave your thoughts on this master piece!!
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