Protoss119
10-15-2006, 07:28 PM
Necromancer: Hey. Toss is making a spoof of The Frozen Throne, the undead campaign. Don't like it? Too bad. Wanna fight abou-
Sapper: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Necromancer: WTF H4X- ~kaboom'd~
Narrator: Errm, well anyway, it begins like this...
Detheroc: I'm hungry.
Balnazzar: Shut up. You're a Dreadlord.
That Red Dreadlord: What? You couldn't remember my name? I FIND THAT OFFENSIVE! ~sues~
Sylvanas: Shouldn't we shoot them?
Kel'Thuzad: No, it's our job to stand here and watch.
...
That Red Dreadlord: coughcougharthascoughcough
Arthas: Oh, right.
Suddenly the gate crashes down.
Arthas: Archimonde's dead!
Balnazzar: So?
Arthas: ...The Burning Legion collapsed!
Balnazzar: So?
Arthas: ...You're gonna die!
Detheroc: RUNZORS!
They all teleport away.
Arthas: Noobs. OK, what we gotta do is kill all the humans in here.
Kel'Thuzad: I don't see why we can't enslave them-
Arthas: DO NOT QUESTION BLIZZARD'S WILL!
Kel'Thuzad: -_-
Arthas: Do not let more than 20 peasants escape!
Sylvanas changes the difficulty to Uber Easy and presses the rewind button on Arthas.
Arthas: -more than 1337 peasants escape!
Kel'Thuzad: Deux ex Machina. ^_^
15 minutes later...
Necromancer: I'm bored. ~a red dot appears on a peasant~
Adjutant: Sapperstrike detected.
Peasant: Sapperstrike?
100000000 Goblin Sappers: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Peasant: WTF H4X
A huge explosion engulfs the playing field.
Necromancer: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!!!!!!!!! ~obliterated~
By that time, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and Sylvanas had escaped, but Sylvanas is mysteriously missing...
...actually, she's over there. ~camera zooms into a hill~
WRONG HILL!
~camera centers on Sylvanas~
Balnazzar: Hi.
Sylvanas: Hi.
Balnazzar: Wanna have an alliance?
Sylvanas: Sure. I just wanna kill Arthas though.
Detheroc: BOOOORRRRIIIIINNNGGGGG!!!!!11111one
That Red Dreadlord: Seriously, is the 1337 5p33k necessary?
Detheroc: You used it.
That Red Dreadlord: That's because it's called 1337 5p33k, not leet speek. Leet speek is too dull.
Detheroc: 1337 5p33k is 1337 5p33k.
Balnazzar: Shut it, both of you. Anyway, I don't trust Sylvanas. She's still an elf.
Detheroc: No she isn't. She's undead.
That Red Dreadlord: She's an undead elf.
Balnazzar: PWNED
Sylvanas: I'm still standing here.
Balnazzar: Oh, right. Meet you in that one city.
Sylvanas: Kay. ~runs off~
Detheroc: Well, that was dull...
Meanwhile...
Narrator: Oh, on a side note, no Dredocs were forgetness gun'd in the making of this spoof.
Dredoc, Pally Edition: Forgetness gun'd? ~gets shot by a forgetness gun~
Narrator: MOVING ON...
Kel'Thuzad: So those siezures have been getting worse?
Arthas: Yeah. Tylenol doesn't help, either.
Kel'Thuzad: Well, the next door leads to a trap.
L100 Blademaster: DAMMIT!
Arthas: Better avoid it. ~goes through the next one~
Balnazzar: Hi Arthas. We're here to overthrow you.
Kel'Thuzad: Whoops, wrong door. I was pretty sure this one wasn't a trap.
Arthas: Dammit! Break through the door and help me!
Kel'Thuzad: Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but it seems your signal's...fading out. I couldn't make out that last part. I'll try to re-establish contact later.
Arthas: You're not Duran. Now break through the goddamn door.
Kel'Thuzad: Yeah, OK.
Samir Duran: Did it work?
Kel'Thuzad: Nope. He's immune to it.
Samir Duran: Dammit. That usually works.
As per Arthas' request, Kel'Thuzad breaks down the doors and helps Arthas escape.
Kel'Thuzad: I'll meet you outside the Castle Gates.
Arthas: Kay.
Later...
A few banshees have rescued Arthas. They're out in the wilderness.
Banshee: OK, rest here so you can get hit by a poison arrow.
Arthas: What?
Banshee: Nothing...~kills one of Arthas' ghouls~
Then Sylvanas tries to shoot Arthas with the poison arrow, but it misses.
Arthas: Haha!
...except it's homing and hits Arthas.
Arthas: Awww...
Sylvanas: Ha! You can't move, biotch!
Arthas: OK then, kill me.
Sylvanas: But making you suffer is more fun!
Kel'Thuzad: ~sugar'd~ DIEDIEDIE! ~goes casting spells at the Banshees randomly~
Sylvanas: Note to self: Kel'Thuzad + Sugar = Bad. ~runs off~
Then at the docks...
Arthas: Now, Mr. Anders- I mean, Kel'Thuzad, I need you to watch over these lands.
Kel'Thuzad: Yes, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: That's King Arthas.
Kel'Thuzad: Whatever.
Well, he gets there. When that happens...
Arthas: Oooh, blood elves.
Blood Elves: We've come to kill you!
Arthas: Well, then...DIE!
Suddenly, Crypt Fiends come out of the ground.
Anu'Barak: STRIKE! WE MUST KILL ARTHAS!
Arthas: Don't you want to kill the Blood Elves?
Anu'Barak: What blood elves?
Arthas: The blood elves up there.
Anu'Barak: I don't see any.
Arthas: Whaddya mea- ...ohhhhhh...
Anu'Barak: The Overmind has sent me to assist you, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING Arthas.
Anu'Barak: Whatever.
Arthas: I don't see any Zerg infestation on you. You sure the Overmind sent you?
Anu'Barak: What are you talking about? The Lich King sent me!
Arthas: But you said Overmind!
Anu'Barak: What about the Overmind? He sent me, y'know.
Arthas: Bah, forget it. Let's just go kill stuff.
Anu'Barak: Kay.
A few moments later...
Sylvanas: Kill Balnazzar.
That Red Dreadlord: Better idea. ~ties him to an Undead Car~
Balnazzar: The night beckons for- ~the Car takes off at superspeed~ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
And guess who's in the car? None other than...
Goblin Sapper: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Balnazzar: WTF H4X-
The Car goes boom.
That Red Dreadlord: Everybody wins.
Detheroc: I'm still hungry.
That Red Dreadlord: You're still hungarian?
Detheroc: No, HUNGRY.
That Red Dreadlord: You're still hanging in there?
Detheroc: NO! I'M HUNGRY!
That Red Dreadlord: You're a halberd?
Detheroc: OF COURSE NOT! I'M A FREAKIN- ~polymorphed into a Halberd~
Garithos: Haha! Humans are superior to Halberds!
Then Detheroc gets unpolymorphed and eats Garithos. Unfortunately, racists don't taste very good and Detheroc gets indigestion and dies.
OK, Later...
Arthas and Anu'Barak are going to the Nerubian ruins.
Arthas: Are we there yet?
Anu'Barak: No.
...
Arthas: Are we there yet?
Anu'Barak: No.
...
Arthas: Are we-
Anu'Barak: Shut it, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING ARTHAS.
Anu'Barak: Whatever.
Narrator: Well, it goes on like this for a while until a few dwarves ambush them.
Arthas: Muradin's dwarves!
Dwarven Sharpshooter: That's right! We're here to kill ye, Emperor Arthas!
Arthas: KING ARTHAS!
Dwarven Sharpshooter: Whatever.
Arthas: Slight problem with that...
A red dot appears on the sharpshooter.
Adjutant: Nuclear Launch Detected.
BOOM
...yeah...moving on...after Arthas gets out of the ruins, he needs to go fight Illidan.
Illidan: YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!
Arthas: Eat this. ~drops a DotA bomb~
The battlefield becomes a game of DotA.
Lesale Deathbringer: DIEDIEDIE! ~killing lots of treants~
Darkterror: BLYARGH! ~spawnkills Lesale~
Seriously, Faceless Voids are the bane of all Venomancers. Anyway, Illidan has Arthas on the ropes.
Illidan: Time to die, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING ARTHAS!!!!!!!
Arthas flies into a rage and beats the hell out of Illidan, killing him. Game ended, the Lich King is saved, the scourge are forever, and...blah blah blah.
Fin.
Varimathras! It was Varimathras.
Varimathras: And it took you A WHOLE DAY to figure that out with help from a FRIEND?! Yeah, I'm suing.
BUT WAIT! We're not done.
Arthas is going up the Frozen Throne and...he's walking and...still walking...and...hey, wanna play DotA while we're waiting? Err, too late, he's already up there.
Ner'zhul: RETURN THE BLADE!
Arthas: But I just put 300 enchantments on it!
Barun (NWN Chapter 3): You're welcome.
Ner'zhul: COMPLETE THE CIRCLE!
Arthas: Eh...looks kind of like a cube to me.
Ner'zhul: KILL ME, YOU DUMBASS!
Arthas: Oh. Gladly.
Arthas thrusts his blade into the throne and they fuse into...
Arthas/Ner'zhul (Archon): WE ARE ONE...oh shit.
Guess what? There's a Science Vessel looming right over them. EMP Cannon'd. As well, Tassadar comes and kills them with one shot.
Tassadar: That's for killing me in Starcraft, you Blizzard bums!
(Bonus Credits)
Baku: Storm, Earth, and Fire! Heed my- ~shot by Necromancer~
Necromancer: Yeesh.
Rock music starts playing.
Arthas: What, I fuse with the Lich King and all I get is this lousy ice guitar?
Necromancer: Yes.
Arthas: ...sweet! ~starts rockin', shot for corniness~
Kel'Thuzad: 'bout time.
Fin.
Sapper: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Necromancer: WTF H4X- ~kaboom'd~
Narrator: Errm, well anyway, it begins like this...
Detheroc: I'm hungry.
Balnazzar: Shut up. You're a Dreadlord.
That Red Dreadlord: What? You couldn't remember my name? I FIND THAT OFFENSIVE! ~sues~
Sylvanas: Shouldn't we shoot them?
Kel'Thuzad: No, it's our job to stand here and watch.
...
That Red Dreadlord: coughcougharthascoughcough
Arthas: Oh, right.
Suddenly the gate crashes down.
Arthas: Archimonde's dead!
Balnazzar: So?
Arthas: ...The Burning Legion collapsed!
Balnazzar: So?
Arthas: ...You're gonna die!
Detheroc: RUNZORS!
They all teleport away.
Arthas: Noobs. OK, what we gotta do is kill all the humans in here.
Kel'Thuzad: I don't see why we can't enslave them-
Arthas: DO NOT QUESTION BLIZZARD'S WILL!
Kel'Thuzad: -_-
Arthas: Do not let more than 20 peasants escape!
Sylvanas changes the difficulty to Uber Easy and presses the rewind button on Arthas.
Arthas: -more than 1337 peasants escape!
Kel'Thuzad: Deux ex Machina. ^_^
15 minutes later...
Necromancer: I'm bored. ~a red dot appears on a peasant~
Adjutant: Sapperstrike detected.
Peasant: Sapperstrike?
100000000 Goblin Sappers: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Peasant: WTF H4X
A huge explosion engulfs the playing field.
Necromancer: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!!!!!!!!! ~obliterated~
By that time, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and Sylvanas had escaped, but Sylvanas is mysteriously missing...
...actually, she's over there. ~camera zooms into a hill~
WRONG HILL!
~camera centers on Sylvanas~
Balnazzar: Hi.
Sylvanas: Hi.
Balnazzar: Wanna have an alliance?
Sylvanas: Sure. I just wanna kill Arthas though.
Detheroc: BOOOORRRRIIIIINNNGGGGG!!!!!11111one
That Red Dreadlord: Seriously, is the 1337 5p33k necessary?
Detheroc: You used it.
That Red Dreadlord: That's because it's called 1337 5p33k, not leet speek. Leet speek is too dull.
Detheroc: 1337 5p33k is 1337 5p33k.
Balnazzar: Shut it, both of you. Anyway, I don't trust Sylvanas. She's still an elf.
Detheroc: No she isn't. She's undead.
That Red Dreadlord: She's an undead elf.
Balnazzar: PWNED
Sylvanas: I'm still standing here.
Balnazzar: Oh, right. Meet you in that one city.
Sylvanas: Kay. ~runs off~
Detheroc: Well, that was dull...
Meanwhile...
Narrator: Oh, on a side note, no Dredocs were forgetness gun'd in the making of this spoof.
Dredoc, Pally Edition: Forgetness gun'd? ~gets shot by a forgetness gun~
Narrator: MOVING ON...
Kel'Thuzad: So those siezures have been getting worse?
Arthas: Yeah. Tylenol doesn't help, either.
Kel'Thuzad: Well, the next door leads to a trap.
L100 Blademaster: DAMMIT!
Arthas: Better avoid it. ~goes through the next one~
Balnazzar: Hi Arthas. We're here to overthrow you.
Kel'Thuzad: Whoops, wrong door. I was pretty sure this one wasn't a trap.
Arthas: Dammit! Break through the door and help me!
Kel'Thuzad: Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but it seems your signal's...fading out. I couldn't make out that last part. I'll try to re-establish contact later.
Arthas: You're not Duran. Now break through the goddamn door.
Kel'Thuzad: Yeah, OK.
Samir Duran: Did it work?
Kel'Thuzad: Nope. He's immune to it.
Samir Duran: Dammit. That usually works.
As per Arthas' request, Kel'Thuzad breaks down the doors and helps Arthas escape.
Kel'Thuzad: I'll meet you outside the Castle Gates.
Arthas: Kay.
Later...
A few banshees have rescued Arthas. They're out in the wilderness.
Banshee: OK, rest here so you can get hit by a poison arrow.
Arthas: What?
Banshee: Nothing...~kills one of Arthas' ghouls~
Then Sylvanas tries to shoot Arthas with the poison arrow, but it misses.
Arthas: Haha!
...except it's homing and hits Arthas.
Arthas: Awww...
Sylvanas: Ha! You can't move, biotch!
Arthas: OK then, kill me.
Sylvanas: But making you suffer is more fun!
Kel'Thuzad: ~sugar'd~ DIEDIEDIE! ~goes casting spells at the Banshees randomly~
Sylvanas: Note to self: Kel'Thuzad + Sugar = Bad. ~runs off~
Then at the docks...
Arthas: Now, Mr. Anders- I mean, Kel'Thuzad, I need you to watch over these lands.
Kel'Thuzad: Yes, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: That's King Arthas.
Kel'Thuzad: Whatever.
Well, he gets there. When that happens...
Arthas: Oooh, blood elves.
Blood Elves: We've come to kill you!
Arthas: Well, then...DIE!
Suddenly, Crypt Fiends come out of the ground.
Anu'Barak: STRIKE! WE MUST KILL ARTHAS!
Arthas: Don't you want to kill the Blood Elves?
Anu'Barak: What blood elves?
Arthas: The blood elves up there.
Anu'Barak: I don't see any.
Arthas: Whaddya mea- ...ohhhhhh...
Anu'Barak: The Overmind has sent me to assist you, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING Arthas.
Anu'Barak: Whatever.
Arthas: I don't see any Zerg infestation on you. You sure the Overmind sent you?
Anu'Barak: What are you talking about? The Lich King sent me!
Arthas: But you said Overmind!
Anu'Barak: What about the Overmind? He sent me, y'know.
Arthas: Bah, forget it. Let's just go kill stuff.
Anu'Barak: Kay.
A few moments later...
Sylvanas: Kill Balnazzar.
That Red Dreadlord: Better idea. ~ties him to an Undead Car~
Balnazzar: The night beckons for- ~the Car takes off at superspeed~ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
And guess who's in the car? None other than...
Goblin Sapper: DO NOT RUN! WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!
Balnazzar: WTF H4X-
The Car goes boom.
That Red Dreadlord: Everybody wins.
Detheroc: I'm still hungry.
That Red Dreadlord: You're still hungarian?
Detheroc: No, HUNGRY.
That Red Dreadlord: You're still hanging in there?
Detheroc: NO! I'M HUNGRY!
That Red Dreadlord: You're a halberd?
Detheroc: OF COURSE NOT! I'M A FREAKIN- ~polymorphed into a Halberd~
Garithos: Haha! Humans are superior to Halberds!
Then Detheroc gets unpolymorphed and eats Garithos. Unfortunately, racists don't taste very good and Detheroc gets indigestion and dies.
OK, Later...
Arthas and Anu'Barak are going to the Nerubian ruins.
Arthas: Are we there yet?
Anu'Barak: No.
...
Arthas: Are we there yet?
Anu'Barak: No.
...
Arthas: Are we-
Anu'Barak: Shut it, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING ARTHAS.
Anu'Barak: Whatever.
Narrator: Well, it goes on like this for a while until a few dwarves ambush them.
Arthas: Muradin's dwarves!
Dwarven Sharpshooter: That's right! We're here to kill ye, Emperor Arthas!
Arthas: KING ARTHAS!
Dwarven Sharpshooter: Whatever.
Arthas: Slight problem with that...
A red dot appears on the sharpshooter.
Adjutant: Nuclear Launch Detected.
BOOM
...yeah...moving on...after Arthas gets out of the ruins, he needs to go fight Illidan.
Illidan: YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!
Arthas: Eat this. ~drops a DotA bomb~
The battlefield becomes a game of DotA.
Lesale Deathbringer: DIEDIEDIE! ~killing lots of treants~
Darkterror: BLYARGH! ~spawnkills Lesale~
Seriously, Faceless Voids are the bane of all Venomancers. Anyway, Illidan has Arthas on the ropes.
Illidan: Time to die, Emperor Arthas.
Arthas: KING ARTHAS!!!!!!!
Arthas flies into a rage and beats the hell out of Illidan, killing him. Game ended, the Lich King is saved, the scourge are forever, and...blah blah blah.
Fin.
Varimathras! It was Varimathras.
Varimathras: And it took you A WHOLE DAY to figure that out with help from a FRIEND?! Yeah, I'm suing.
BUT WAIT! We're not done.
Arthas is going up the Frozen Throne and...he's walking and...still walking...and...hey, wanna play DotA while we're waiting? Err, too late, he's already up there.
Ner'zhul: RETURN THE BLADE!
Arthas: But I just put 300 enchantments on it!
Barun (NWN Chapter 3): You're welcome.
Ner'zhul: COMPLETE THE CIRCLE!
Arthas: Eh...looks kind of like a cube to me.
Ner'zhul: KILL ME, YOU DUMBASS!
Arthas: Oh. Gladly.
Arthas thrusts his blade into the throne and they fuse into...
Arthas/Ner'zhul (Archon): WE ARE ONE...oh shit.
Guess what? There's a Science Vessel looming right over them. EMP Cannon'd. As well, Tassadar comes and kills them with one shot.
Tassadar: That's for killing me in Starcraft, you Blizzard bums!
(Bonus Credits)
Baku: Storm, Earth, and Fire! Heed my- ~shot by Necromancer~
Necromancer: Yeesh.
Rock music starts playing.
Arthas: What, I fuse with the Lich King and all I get is this lousy ice guitar?
Necromancer: Yes.
Arthas: ...sweet! ~starts rockin', shot for corniness~
Kel'Thuzad: 'bout time.
Fin.