Hmmm, good point. Never actually thought of it like that.
Rest of the Horde and Alliance will sit in the back laughing at the orcs and tauren as their taxes spike 40%
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Folks, let me tell you, people are going to love what we’re doing. They won’t even mind a 40% tax increase when they get universal healthcare. We’re talking about working just four days a week, no more than nine hours a day. Plus, we’re going to provide free childcare, free school meals for all the kids, and free education after just one year of mandatory military service or two years of civil service.
And guess what? We’re making the Rich Goblin Trade Princes pay for it all! That’s right! We’re going to tax them at 100% after they make their first million gold a year. We’re coming after their hidden assets and overseas tax shelters—no more getting away with it!
This is a tremendous plan, folks. It’s all about making the Horde great for everyone!
I’ve parted ways with Thrall and Baine; my loyalty now lies with Overlord Geya’rah! She is an Orc leader who isn’t afraid to speak her mind about the dangers posed by the Draenei and their Lightforged kin. Their threat to our future is real, and I stand ready to face it! (Sorry Sholaad…)
I feel like Kiethoo is the kind of orc who still wears his letterman football jacket from high school, and drives around his hometown running into old friends reminiscing about the ‘glory days’.
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That would be accurate for Kiethoo, except his old friends would be either dead or war criminals. 
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Removing myself because I should know better than to discuss politics on the forums.
NVM.
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Yeah, I was going to quip or say something snarky as usual but seriously wtf.
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Was clearly satire.
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Oh, my bad it’s the funny satire genocide.
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Instead of buying the Conquest Armor,
Would it be better to buy purple marks, then have friends craft all the purple quality Arathi stuff with the best secondary stats on all the armor?
Have say 35% crit and versatility instead of 5 of this 10 of that
Stats are capped, to where once they hit a certain amount they dont give you any more benefit. You should look up what the cap limits for your stats are and try to hit it, and then dump in to others.
Earthgrab supports Kiethoo for all the hardwork so that he doesn’t need to.
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Well to be fair she’s got a point. We’ve had a few plans to take out you orcs once and for all we’ve been developing. Problem is we draenei plan things over thousands of years so we’re only on step one still. Give it some time, your -great-great-great-great-great grandchildren will love it
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This insanity is making me want to write about the Kor’kron hanging on and refusing to accept Garrosh lost, or that they were abandoned as ‘unnecessary’ to the Horde they were willing to kill their neighbours and friends for, and just going feral attempting to justify why they were still ‘on standby’ in the northern mountains between the Barrens, Ashenvale Forest and Stonetalon Mountains.
T̶h̶e̶ S̶o̶u̶t̶h̶ m̶a̶g̶a̶ Garrosh will rise again. 
Since I’m sick with covid I had Chatgpt write your story Gentarn I may have embellished a little on some of the prompts.
Up yonder in them northern mountains, right between the Barrens, Ashenvale Forest, and Stonetalon, there’s a buncha Kor’kron orcs still holdin’ out like they’s waitin’ on a bus that ain’t never comin’. Them boys done lost track of time, lost track of the war, and by the looks of ‘em, lost track of their dang minds. They ain’t too smart, bless their hearts, but they’s got a stubborn streak thicker than a grizzly’s backside.
“Now I tell ya what,” starts Grog, scratchin’ his greasy head with one of his rusty axe blades, “Garrosh, he ain’t done lost. Naw, we just… on standby. Yessir, we’s waitin’ for him to call us back, all secret-like. He’s plannin’ somethin’ big, real big, I reckon.”
The others grunt in agreement, their tiny brains churnin’ like an old mill with a busted wheel. They all hunkered down up here, swattin’ at anyone foolish enough to come near. Don’t matter if it’s Horde, Alliance, or some poor trader just passin’ through, they see ‘em all as enemies. The truth is, they don’t really know why they’s fightin’ no more. They just fight ‘cause that’s all they know how to do.
Ogrum, who’s got a toothy grin and eyes that look like two marbles someone dropped in the dirt, squints at the horizon. “Garrosh’s comin’ back, I tell ya. Ain’t no one sayin’ we’s unnecessary! We’s the true Horde! We’s the ones fightin’ the real fight! Not like them weaklings down in Orgrimmar, suckin’ up to trolls and elves. That ain’t what we signed up for!”
The others nod, lips flappin’ like they understand what Ogrum’s sayin’, even though half of ‘em forgot what he said as soon as he done said it. They gnaw on sticks, beat rocks together, and dream of the days when the Kor’kron was feared, back when Garrosh stood tall and they was his chosen.
But them days is gone, and deep down, even these hard-headed orcs know it. They just ain’t ready to let it go. “We’s still on standby,” mutters Grog, “just waitin’ fer that signal. Any day now.”
Only thing is, they done been waitin’ for years, long after the war was over and folks moved on. They’ve gone feral, fightin’ just to fight, keepin’ each other company with the same stories ‘bout how they’s the last of the real Kor’kron.
“We’s the last ones,” says Ogrum, puffin’ out his chest like a rooster. “Ain’t no one tougher than us. Garrosh’ll be proud when he comes back and sees we held out. Yep, he’ll be real proud.”
Suddenly, there’s a rustlin’ in the bushes. The orcs all stand up, grabbin’ their weapons, expectin’ trouble. What comes outta them bushes, though, ain’t no Alliance soldier or Horde deserter. Nah, what steps out is somethin’ that don’t make no sense at all.
It’s a French fry. Yep, you heard that right—a sentient, golden-brown fry with a little mustache. It’s Patsy, the last fry at the bottom of a Burger King bag, and boy, is he mad. Patsy’s got little legs and a fancy mustache curlin’ up all prim and proper. And his eyes? They glow red, meaner than a rabid worg.
“Well, well,” Patsy says in a deep voice that don’t seem right comin’ from a fry, “looks like I found me some Kor’kron scum. Time to finish what Garrosh started.”
The orcs stare at Patsy, dumbfounded, scratchin’ their heads like they just got a math problem they can’t figure out.
Grog, bless his heart, steps forward and says, “Uh, you’s a fry?”
“I ain’t just any fry,” Patsy growls, his little fry body cracklin’ with some kinda weird energy. “I’m the fry. And I’ve got laser powers.”
Before they can even blink, Patsy’s mustache starts glowin’, and lasers shoot outta his eyes like a dang firework show gone wrong. One by one, them orcs get blasted, flyin’ off their feet like leaves in a tornado. Grog tries to swing his axe, but Patsy zaps him right in the belly, sendin’ him flyin’ back into a tree.
Ogrum’s the last one standin’, his beady eyes full of fear as he stares down the fry. “This… this ain’t right!” he yells, raisin’ his hands. “We’s warriors! We’s on standby!”
Patsy just smirks, twirlin’ his mustache. “Standby? Your shift’s over, boys.” And with one final zap, Ogrum’s down for the count, smokin’ from the laser blast.
When the dust settles, Patsy stands there, brushin’ off his fry self, lookin’ mighty pleased. The Kor’kron? Ain’t nothin’ left but a pile of smolderin’ armor and bad memories.
And so, up in them northern mountains, between the Barrens, Ashenvale, and Stonetalon, the last of the feral Kor’kron finally met their end—at the hands of a sentient French fry with a mustache and a grudge.
The Horde may have abandoned ‘em, but Patsy sure didn’t.
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I hope you get better Chonga.
blinks in ironic
Human RPers do it all the time when talking about what their characters do to elves and trolls and what they want to do to orcs.
It’s all just fictional creatures and stuff . Who cares lol
I mean, the human RPers who are dumb and go “lol nothing would sell if humans were the bad guys” do since they crop up when I make such statements.
They conviently forget there are 2 billion+ dollar movies now with that whole basis.
Some people lack the ability to separate reality from fiction.
Their are plenty of people who say those types of things seriously, to dogwhistle to other, or just to start stuff in RP spaces. Kiethoo wasnt, but its easier to blame the person making the sarcastic remark than your own failings to understand the tone.
Theyre not just different races with different opinions, but completely different species who have all tried to obliterate each other at one point or another… But god forbid you use some dark humor about it. Or even mirror what would be a VERY REAL feeling in the world.