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Oh gawd, Varsity Lacks is back.
Even nobodies like me know who you are. Go crawl back in your little hole. 
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As you step into the grand hall of Castle Azeroth, the regal sight of King Varsinax resting on his throne instantly commands your attention.
Dressed in his majestic attire, with a crown of gold and jewels adorning his head, he exudes an aura of authority and power that befits his status as the ruler of all Azeroth. The grandeur of the castle and the magnificence of its king create an atmosphere of awe and admiration, making it clear that this is a place of great significance in the realm.
As you approach the throne, you cannot help but feel a sense of reverence for the mighty ruler who presides over this kingdom, and wonder at the tales of his exploits that are told throughout the land.
Other blood elves walk past Varsinax, homeless on the streets of Murder Row as he narrates to himself about being the ruler of Azeroth at end of his dirty alleyway. A throne of broken boxes, a crown of old food wrappers, and an aura of unbathed stench that reaches from across the alley and wafts into the streets. For a split second, the people of Silvermoon consider pity for the delusional elf.
And then they remembered Varsinax’s crimes and what a fitting fate this is as they walk away to do better things with their day.
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“It is unfortunate that some choose to spread false rumors and cast doubt on my authority. I assure you that my throne is not made of broken boxes, nor is my crown made of food wrappers.”
“As the rightful ruler of Azeroth, I take my responsibilities seriously and strive to govern with honor and justice.”
“If anyone has evidence to the contrary, I invite them to present it to me directly. As for those who choose to spread baseless rumors and engage in petty insults, I urge them to consider the impact of their words on our community and to strive for a more constructive dialogue in the future.”
King Varsinax sat atop his majestic horse, surveying the training grounds where his loyal knights were hard at work. Clad in their shining armor, they sparred with one another, their swords ringing out in a chorus of steel on steel. Varsinax watched with a sense of pride as he observed the dedication and skill of his knights.
These brave warriors had been by his side for many years, defending Azeroth against all manner of threats. They had faced down dragons, demons, and even the undead, always standing steadfast in their duty to protect their king and their kingdom.
As he watched his knights train, Varsinax couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards them. He knew that he could always count on them to defend their people and uphold the values of honor and justice that he held dear.
“Knights of Azeroth,” he called out to them, his voice ringing out across the training grounds. “Your loyalty and bravery are an inspiration to us all. I am honored to have you by my side in this fight against darkness, and I know that together we will prevail.”
With a nod of his head, Varsinax signaled to his knights to continue their training. As they resumed their sparring, the king watched on with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was surrounded by some of the bravest and most honorable warriors in all of Azeroth.
“Oh look, honey, roleplayers.”
“Quickly, dear, don’t make eye contact.”
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Are you close to finishing? This is some kind of getting off on yourself I’ve yet to see on the internet
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Maybe if we pretend he’s not there he’ll shrivel away
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I just reread this whole thread. I’m so funny and hilarious I can’t believe I’m this perfect wow
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Chatgpt:
Once upon a time, in the universe of Warcraft, there lived a night elf Hunter named Aggressor. He was known throughout the land for keyboard turning and his fierce fighting spirit. One day, while on a hunt in the forest, he met a beautiful blood elf hunter named Varsinax. He was delusional, conceited, and a complete scam artist. The two quickly fell in love, and they spent their days hunting together, exploring the land, and learning about each other.
One day, Varsinax discovered he was pregnant with triplets. Aggressor was overjoyed and promised to do everything in his power to keep him and their babies safe. However, shortly after his pregnancy was confirmed, Varsinax found himself trapped in a cave filled with potato salad while on a hunt.
Aggressor was devastated when he learned of Varsinax’s predicament. He immediately rallied a group of his fellow hunters and set off to rescue him. After a long and difficult journey, they finally reached the cave where Varsinax was trapped. Using all of their strength, they were able to free him, but he was weak and exhausted from the ordeal.
Aggressor held Varsinax close and promised to take care of him and their babies. But as they made their way back home, they were ambushed by a group of hostile trolls. Because of their complete lack of fighting skills, the trolls outnumbered them and the two lovers ultimately fell into a pit of lava during the chaos of the battle.
Their love was strong and true, and though they perished, their legacy lived on through their three children. The children would grow up to be bad hunters and would always remember the love of their parents.
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Thank you for the laugh Chonga. 
Varsity Lacks, you should make a tumblr and post there, can stroke your ego further without making the rest of us need bleach for our eyes.
throws rotten fruit at Varsity Lacks, enough for him and his lover Aggressor
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I am ye role player m’lord
hark
doth the elves
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Hear hear!
What they said?
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hark
tis the orcs
they hath the horse’s might and twice more the pies’ worth
do you want your name back yet
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what the h*ck
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I want you to know, I woke up in blinding pain again.
Laying in bed, waiting for the nerve blocker to kick in, looking for something to distract me.
I found this thread.
Two hundred and fifty eight posts and somehow reaching the end of it left me in more pain than the pins in my spine and the tendons in my leg.
I love most of you. Never change.
That one cheetos-dusted window-licker? You’re basically the anthropomorphic version of a cold sore, sit and meditate on that for a bit.
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Thanks love my fans
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