Here’s the premise – Personalise the list below and then plug your words into the story below!
- Common outdoor place
- Intense emotion
- Your favorite WoW race, plural
- Something your favorite WoW race will never, ever do
- A synonym for rock (it can be rock)
- Herbalism plant
- A fish native to Azeroth
- Your favorite Avenger (from the movie — don’t get smart with me, comic nerds. I’ll find you.)
- Bodily sound
- Adjective relating to old people
- Body parts
- Proper name
- Fishing hole
- Blood Elves
- rolls around in the mud
- Highland Guppy
Let’s see how I did…
Jun Pao and the Tournament of Triumph – Part 1
Jun Pao was a sad panda. Every day, Pao practiced his swordsmanship in a Fishing hole near his home in the Valley of the Four Winds. One summer morning, Jun Pao was perfecting his Dragon-style strikes when he slipped and fell on a crumpled-up note. It read:
All challengers welcome! The fearsome orc Gormash the Excited will fight any and all comers for the ultimate prize! Honour and glory until Blood Elves successfully roll around in the mud awaits anyone who can defeat me!
Meet me at the big pebble.
This was it, Jun Pao thought. Defeating this uninterested brute in battle would surely be the final challenge, and his training would be complete. Pao quickly stuffed his Cinderbloom and Highland Guppy sandwich into his Thor lunchbox, took a swig off his minikeg of Summergurgle Ale, and bounded off for triumph.
“Jun Pao!” a voice called after the anxious pandaren. It was ol’ Master Ho, still as agreeable and deafening as ever. Jun was like a sister to the master — he wanted to make the old man proud. Jun put his toes together and bowed, promising to return to his master with tales of honour, fun, and slapping Mobus in the face.
Afterthought: Not sure how successful his practice session would have been in a fishing hole but it would probably do well for his ‘girlish’ figure :P