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First off, why in the name of all things decent in this world did the Night Elves bring these buffoons into the Alliance? Prior to this, well we can only call it a "disorder", Gilneans were a reasonable and respectable people. This disorder we refer to as worgen, that they refer to as a curse but is really more of a curse to those around them, is more akin to insanity than anything else. Why does the Alliance welcome a group of people who are at best ill tempered and at worst homicidal psychopaths?

Multiple worgen have admitted to killing and eating gnomes. Why is this tolerated? Simply because they were human before they became something else is not a reason to excuse them for any of their actions. If the premise of having been human is a free ride, one might as well invite the forsaken to tea and take them with loving arms into the heart of the Alliance. While the gnomish people were doing their part to better the Alliance and fighting in the battles in the outland and the northern campaigns, the Gilneans were happy to sit behind their wall. Doing nothing to benefit others until they themselves were attacked from within and again by the forsaken, then playing the victims in all things.

Why does the Alliance see the Worgen as equals, they havent put forth anything except a wall since the second war, they assault, murder and consume contributing members of the Alliance and they apparently see no issue with it. Sipping tea and trying to justify eating members of your own faction is nothing short of insanity. This brutality is almost to be expected by trolls and orcs, in fact the eating of sentient beings has never been acceptable except within the Horde. The sharing of Gnome recepies, cooking methods and prefered seasonings is now acceptable? This is ridiculous, given a choice I would rather see the every Worgen cast into Tanaris than to see a single Gnome die by the hands of someone they should be able to trust and rely upon as a member of the Alliance.

FOR GNOMEREGAN!!!, FOR THE ALLIANCE!!!

Well you see, as a distingushed member of the Shaman community, I really must say that the ONLY civilized response to such an outrage as this improper consumption of gnomes, would be to simply hex the gnomes prior to consumption. This would remove the aforementioned controversial "gnome" aspect of gnomish foods, such as The Gumbo a la Gnome. You see, if the gnomes are frogs prior to consumption they not only lose their rights as a gnome and member of the alliance, but also the unfortunate aftertaste that comes from that pesky radiation!

FOR FROGS!!! FOR HEXING!!

Why doesn't anyone take us seriously.......

Who says I wasn't being serious? *he stares the gnome down, his gaze intense and clearly he was being serious*

Belpha, Belpha, Belpha... hexed gnomes aren't for eating... they're clearly meant for frog baseball. *holds up frying pan* And we have a perfectly good gnome right there!

So why waste our time with such a petty argument, when we could be hitting home runs with your guildmate? I'm sure ol' Disc wouldn't mind!

FOR FRYING PANS! FOR FROGBALL!!!

*whacks Disc into orbit*

At this time, the Azure Crusade would like to announce our newest program: Frying Pan Friday. Our hardworking research department has invented the Frying Pan of Justice, which includes a DynaComfort (tm) handle, a Justice Meter, and an enforcement feature.

Whenever the Frying Pan of Justice is used for purposes of demonstrable justice, it will deliver a jolt of electricity to the party against whom it is used.

However, when the Frying Pan of Justice is used for unjust purposes--such as assault and battery of persons whose only "wrongdoing" is to be a native of Gnomeregan--then the electricity will instead be directed to a detonator, attached to a stick of dynamite embedded in the DynaComfort (tm) handle.

The beauty of this item is that it's indistinguishable from the previous model, the Frying Pan of Doom--until it is misused.

...By the way, Tyrynna, I should alert you that the place where you keep your Frying Pan of Doom was very easy to find. You might want to pick a new spot.

*looks quite bland*

Jeremy...I always have my pan with me... you probably found the Frying Pan of Boring instead.

*whacks Jeremias with the REAL Frying Pan of Doom* You just got owned, sucker.

Now, Belpha, where were we, frog baseball, yes? I'm sure this paladin would make a nice ball substitute.

*sits in the outfield, waiting patiently*

I don't need a catcher's mitt. You whack that hexed gnome my way, I'll catch him, don't worry.

*salivates*

Someone get me a bib...

*watches Tyrynna explode her hand* Would you like a heal on that?

I didn't say it wasn't on your person.

I really hate all of you....

Belpha looks at Jeremias with an evil grin plastered on his face. He quickly covers the distance between himself and the Paladin, and upon arrival, Belpha hexes the unwitting paladin and then picks him up and walks over to the pitchers mound "I have a good feeling about this one" He hurls the frog to the person at bat

03/30/2012 11:19 AMPosted by Tyrynna

*whacks Disc into orbit*

"Aha! This is the chance that I have LONG awaited!"

Drakehide dashes from first base to second base.

He assesses the field, and the coast looks clear, as the gnome is still somewhere in the upper stratosphere, disrupting satellite signals and crashing into flying machines, and all that stuff.

Is Drakehide pushing his luck? Is he being overconfident? No, he's desperate, because it's the bottom of the ninth, and they're down by just a run! The crowd cheers as he moves his butt from second base, to third base.

Without a second thought, his heart pounding, Drakehide runs flat out, and the crowd goes wild, and even the commentators are at the edge of their seats with excitement.

"He's gonna make it!" a goblin announcer cheers, "He's gonna make it!"

"GLOOOOORIOUS FROGBALL!" Drakehide hollers, as he slides for home.

Tyr grins at Drake, then whacks Jeremy hard with the pan.

Drakehide stops in mid-slide, just short of home plate, crossing his arms irately, and frowning.

"TYRYNNA!" he hollers, "YOU ARE NOT DOING IT RIGHT! You hit the frogball, now you need to run the bases! Go, go, go!"

Frustrated, he throws up his hands, and grabs a random gnome passerby.

"Here! I will show you!" Drakehide sighs, still without having reached home plate. "First, you have the gnome hexed! We are in a rush now, so for demonstration purposes, we will leave this gnome a gnome. Once it is a frog, you hit it like SO!"

Drakehide throws the gnome up high in the air, and as it comes down he wallops it with his hammer, expecting it to fly into orbit. Unfortunately, warhammers are not as frogball-friendly as frying pans are, and gnomes are not as aerodynamic as frogs. So the gnome only flies about thirty feet, and when it lands it does so as a splatter.

"Hmm..." Drakehide mumbles, stroking his chin, "That was not what I was quite expecting. Anyway, then you run the bases like this!"

Drakehide runs all of the bases again. The crowd is too mortified at this point to cheer.

"GLOOOOORIOUS FROGBALL!" Drakehide exclaims.

*Tyr facepalms. A LOT.*

My goodness...

*still waits patiently in the outfield for someone to hit him a hexed gnome*

*engages on a run-by sheeping on Ragefang and calls over a shepard from Lakeshire who's VERY glad to have a "new friend"*

((@Timeus, OH LAWL. xD))

((EDIT: This thread is so making me want to start up an IC Frogball league, with rules, and organization, and such. Thoughts?))

Sara sits in the stands, eating massive amounts of popcorn, the oil dripping all over her shiny armor. She hopes that these are the leper gnomes from Gnomeregan, and not any of her friends...

Belpha sits down on the pitchers mound and begins to munch on some leftover Gumbo a la Gnome and watches the possibly insane blood elf run around the bases and then ponders what the random shepherd is doing with that sheep in outfield and he yells to him "You haven't happened to see a worgen over there have you? I swear he was there a minute ago"