I do not plan to beat her. I want to be consumed in the everlasting winter that is her wrath.
Rampage is what you wanna call it?
You wouldn’t get very far.
/shapens glaives
Thats not what i say. I say… How yoo doin
Not even all the Pizza Cutters in the universe can stand between me and my righteous vengeance.
Cloak of shadows.
Blind.
Vanish.
Maybe sap.
Gain some distance and watch.
Throw some distracts for the lols.
If I did that I had ovbiously been under the influeence of mannoroth’s blood, or deceived by demons, or harrassed by whispers or…whatever.
In any case I probably deserve to die.
I survive by coming to my senses before I say that to her.
I guess you’ll be surprised by jainas 80 yard aoe then. Once she iceblocks your blind and pops you out of stealth. Then teleports near you if you tried to sprint away.
“Just…let it go.”
I calmly explain that a crazed Warlock and his sexy Sayaadi harem have put a curse on me that causes me to say fatally inflammatory things to everyone I meet.
It’s when I rip my goblin shirt off and show her my manabomb vest and dare her to touch me.
Walk up to her, as soon as she talks, the fourth wall breaks, I realize it’s Laura Bailey, cue the harp music, I just stand there staring off into the distance sighing softly.
I suspect Laura Bailey IRL has a Tarrasque-like frightful presence, so I might just run away at the 60 ft mark.
Look! Behind you! Sylvanas! (TURTLE and Run Away)
Survive, because Jaina’s not that volatile. But she’ll probably give me an icy-hot slap, that’ll leave a mark for a few weeks.
Let’s be honest, shall we? I’ll be dead before my mouth even begins to open.
She would either kill you on sight or touch your arm.
It’s 50-50.
Do I look like Thrall to you?
All male Orcs look the same. If you had eyebrows you could disguise yourself as Thrall and no one would ever suspect.
Pardon me, madame, but wouldst it be too much to ask of thee to allow me to motorboat thine buttocks?