[Fanfic] Perfect Snark

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A bizarre blood elf paladin wielded two Ashbringers in her scuffle with Jaina Proudmoore in a server known only as the Cringe. Across the multiverse a literal hive of titan minds burned in agony over the conception of recent happenings, they scorched their will into the ether in fits of all-consuming rage. Their messenger emerged before the dueling pair in a conflagration of hissing arcane might, runes concussed reality around him soundlessly.

Highlord of the Ebonblade, Darion “the Manassa Mauler” Mograine set one foot into the doomed realm, his desiccated tongue lashed the air as unbidden guitar riffs swept through the souls of all present and empowered runes all around detonated in a cacophony not unlike a pro-wrestler scolding a child.

Darion, decked from head to toe in a rotting suit made of boar meat (topped with a boar’s head) beheld the paladin, who stood, awestruck and clutching one arm. He cocked one hand back and said
“There are things that should not be WRITTEN”
“There are people that should not be TRIFLED WITH.”
“ AND MY SWEET ANDY IS ONE OF THEM.”

His prepped hand penetrated her chest as, nearby, Jaina’s head exploded from overexposure to Titanic happenstance and the mind boggling possibilities of quantum theory. The hand, recoiled, wreathed in boar flesh, withdrawing the Corrupted Ashbringer as if from another dimension and hefted the blade aloft, waves of incandescent fury poured from its contours into the sky above. The subsequent immolation reduced their surroundings to a smoldering crater, reality groaned in protest, the Highlord bellowed, the seething storm hit a crescendo.

“The blade! It fights me no more!”

The Highlord let loose a howl that shook the very shackles of the universe, a tidal wave of testosterone and tight, oiled, washboard abs consuming what had been into a single singed thread in the tapestry of time. This world was no more.
"That she entered void
The Highlord
Over the icy earth
through the door
to the warmth
to her humble palace

There was her violet throne
Shine in the moonlight
in the shadow
and in her void
She gifted her jewelry
gave her void colored sword
warm enough to welcome
the coldest of nights
and honored her
with seed of her soul

So Elune came
she fed her berries
as they lounged like
two queens not needing
to change a single thing
in there queendom

The Highlord rose
only to float down
the hallway to
to violet waters
where her spirit was bathed
and she surrendered
so deep into pleasure
that she forgot
why she was ever
so afraid to see her.

Elune not revealed
the power she has
to open or close
the door of her
looking glass palace
where eyes are bearers
of so much essence
that tears are as ready
to be released
as a common smile
And in all her artful gesturing
she never drew lines
between yes
no
and maybe

My palace is your palace, Elune said
as she took the gifts she had given and
reluctantly perpared to part
with her glorious presence

The Highlord wondered where
secret lovers only were to be shown
She longed for his kiss and touch
The world made anew
Weaken and strengthen
wounded hearts and there is no resistance
to falling in love

Elune would
with grace
not let her remember

The Highlord remembered
Why she was ever
so afraid to visit her"
09/23/2018 02:29 PMPosted by Telavani
"That she entered void
The Highlord
Over the icy earth
through the door
to the warmth
to her humble palace

There was her violet throne
Shine in the moonlight
in the shadow
and in her void
She gifted her jewelry
gave her void colored sword
warm enough to welcome
the coldest of nights
and honored her
with seed of her soul

So Elune came
she fed her berries
as they lounged like
two queens not needing
to change a single thing
in there queendom

The Highlord rose
only to float down
the hallway to
to violet waters
where her spirit was bathed
and she surrendered
so deep into pleasure
that she forgot
why she was ever
so afraid to see her.

Elune not revealed
the power she has
to open or close
the door of her
looking glass palace
where eyes are bearers
of so much essence
that tears are as ready
to be released
as a common smile
And in all her artful gesturing
she never drew lines
between yes
no
and maybe

My palace is your palace, Elune said
as she took the gifts she had given and
reluctantly perpared to part
with her glorious presence

The Highlord wondered where
secret lovers only were to be shown
She longed for his kiss and touch
The world made anew
Weaken and strengthen
wounded hearts and there is no resistance
to falling in love

Elune would
with grace
not let her remember

The Highlord remembered
Why she was ever
so afraid to visit her"


k
There once was a writer of cringe,
Who posts cp in a binge,
He thinks he's a poet,
But boy does he blow it,
His ego Sir Tomhorn did singe.

I got nothing.
09/23/2018 06:01 PMPosted by Wendaria
There once was a writer of cringe,
Who posts cp in a binge,
He thinks he's a poet,
But boy does he blow it,
His ego Sir Tomhorn did singe.

I got nothing.


Pssh. Nonsense. That was amusing.
09/23/2018 06:01 PMPosted by Wendaria
There once was a writer of cringe,
Who posts cp in a binge,
He thinks he's a poet,
But boy does he blow it,
His ego Sir Tomhorn did singe.

I got nothing.


"My words that I paint on the form
Complaining I should ignore
With guile and deceit
Own a royal seat
Insults you claim that restore him

I could keep going."
*Wendaria Phoenixfall does the best Samuel L Jackson impression that a Sin'dorei grandma magistrixe can, "English. Do you speak it?"*
09/23/2018 08:23 PMPosted by Wendaria
*Wendaria Phoenixfall does the best Samuel L Jackson impression that a Sin'dorei grandma magistrixe can, "English. Do you speak it?"*


"Words just bounce off the edges. I'm trying to think but nothing happens. I have not thought with myself for some time."

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