World of Warcraft®

*sticks arm out of the fridge, holding a wooden sign with the word "HELP!" painted on it in red.*

*quickly adds wings and a tail to the fridge to make it more aerodynamic before prodding the arm and shoving the door back shut and hitting the button! big...shiny...red...BUTTON!*

*the fridge flies throught he air, making a cartoony whistling sound as it soars, eventually crashing into the ground and forming a gigantic crater. Drakehide steps out, after a few seconds.*

"HA. The fridge...is...INVINCIBLE!" he cackles, "Really. Just ask Harrison Jones."

*Frowns thoughtfully*

This will not do...no just will not do at all.

*Drops a large round boulder with a Drakehide seeking program*

There we go. A little exercise never hurt anyone!

*Watches as a shiny boulder goes flying past his ear* Oooooh! SHINY!!! I Must hex the Shiny!! *hexes the boulder, and proceeds to wonder why it continues on it's course* Come back my SHINY! *gives chase*

*Blinks watching Belpha then hrms pulling out the popcorn with catnip sprinkled on as seasoning*

Ah...most excelent! it seems to have found a Draino!

Drakehide watches with horror as the bounder descents upon him and braces himself for impact. He hears the telltale "poof!" of a hex, glances up in confusion - !

- and is struck squarely in the face with a frog.

"OF COURSE YOU REALIZE," Drakehide howls at Timeus, Belpha and Novaclaw, "THIS MEANS WAR!"

War, you say? Very well. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

*plays Flight of the Valkyries and launches rocket-propelled exploding sheep at Drakehide*

Drakehide unleashes a barrage of semi-automatic bolt-gun fire, blasting the sheep as they approach. Victorious, he stands over the bodies.

"I love the smell of exploding sheep in the morning. It smells like GLOOOOORY."

Snickering, Tyr sneaks into the chat channel all stealthy-like. While Drake is basking in the glory of his little "victory," Tyr brings the frying pan hard over the back of his head, then superglues a demonic rubber duck to the top of his head.

"There. I win. Who's laughing now!?"

With that, Tyrynna disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving a Cheshire-Cat-esque grin behind.

Drakehide pauses, glancing around a little humiliated-like, and then attempts rubbing the sore spot on his head. It squeaks. Drakehide growls deeply, glances up at the sky, and lets out a cry of rage that could pierce the heavens themselves.

"TYRYNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

*Peeeers up at the squeak before becoming a fuzzy blur and attaching herself to drake's head ducky*

Tyr watches the display from atop the referee booth, munching on popcorn. She blinks at the fuzzy white blur, then snickers.

"Head duck becomes head tauren? ...GLORIOUS."

She giggles to herself, then turns to the Blood Elf beside her, holding out the popcorn bin. "Popcorn, Keedriel?"

*Glances up from her perch*

Feline...head feline!

((silliness to be continued on the Opening Day! thread!))