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He stood in the darkness of Duskwood, far from the glittering points of light in Darkshire, held unwaveringly against the oppressive night.

He hadn't been seen in some time... some said he'd gone to a place called Sanctuary.

But now, the master plan was beginning... with a rustle of cloth, the chittering clink of metal, and muffled squeaks that may or may not have been captured gnomes....

The Pants Golem was nearly complete...

((Three words. Oh. God. RUN.))

*Gets out the pitchforks and seam pullers!*

Abominus' Sentient Underwear heard rumours. A Mighty Engine of Destruction was being constructed. It detached itself from the latest elf victim, and began it's hunt.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Drakehide had been preoccupied of late with other matters - the havoc that Shadin had wrought at the tavern, Saronys' odd requests for Engineering assistance, his debts of Nukenson, Sulmit, and Dendritus, and the new threat of Winheart's possible new private army, to name a few - but there were certain threats in this world that the son of Mok'Rukh could NOT ignore.

Pants golems were one of those threats.

Drakehide left early, the morning after he'd learned of this wretched machination. He'd been working on a machine, for some time now, that might solve this problem. Its original purpose was to help him with his Frogball batting - after all, the containment unit could hold up to forty-seven gnomes at any one given time, and the weapon could fire those gnomes at a rate of three per second. The range on this device was about one hundred feet, but with a little work, he could probably have that up to three, or four hundred easily.

The son of Mok'Rukh would make a quick trip to Gnomeregan, to borrow some...er...ammunition...and then he would meet this pants golem, on the field of battle.

The Punt-Em-Bot, built with a Kinetic Accelerator Core (Or just PEBKAC for short) would emerge the victor.

And it was going to be...GLOOOOORIOUS.

((Sorry for being way from the forums so long! ^^; Had a bunch of other IC stuff going on and IRL has also been crazy lately.))

The Sentient Underwear lunges at Drakehide, slithering into his pants...

((Sentient Underwear has me laughing so hard))

Drakehide flees, after having piloted the PEBKAC into a ditch while trying to flail his way out of the underwear's path. Pursued by the Sentient Underwear he dashes into the horizon, panicking and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"NOT GLORIOUS! NOT GLORIOUS - !"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the bushes, waaaay in the background... there was a camera. A small, black, hidden camera. Tyr, as usual, was at the helm of all the trouble.

Akira approached, eyebrow perked at Tyrynna's latest scheme. 'What ARE you doing?' he wrote on a paper scrap.

Tyr offered the Blood Elf a grin. "Just filming Drake getting chased be living underwear. And it's ALLLLLLL join' on YouTube!"