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The *Official* Pittsburgh Melee Weeklies Thread of the LoL WoW Love
- Thread starter takieddine
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Nakamaru
Smash Master
Absolutely epic alan.
Zelareth
Smash Cadet
Lol this is sad. Man at least trolls can try to make it not so freaking obvious for once. But hey, they're probably just that ignorant.
Vyke
Smash Champion
Sometimes a troll doesn't need to be a good one. Most trolls are bad ones. But they're always hungry, and if you feed them, they will come back for more.
DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.
DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.
SwiftBass
Smash Hero
so i decided to actually play D in AV and what do ya know? won 4 times in a row. ppl crying about D will never get flamed by me again.
D
Deleted member
Guest
I was watching my friend play Brawl today, and I yelled to him "quick, do your best move!" and he yelled back in an equally viking-like voice "I'm roll dodging as fast as I can!"
**** brawl, lol.
**** brawl, lol.
SwiftBass
Smash Hero
Lmaolmaolmaolmao!!!!!!!!!111!!!
Nakamaru
Smash Master
Atacusbebop123
Smash Journeyman
Let God, in all of his awe and magninficence, strike me down if they could do a worse adaptation.
D
Deleted member
Guest
We need a confirmation post if you didn't die immediately.
Vyke
Smash Champion
Steve is dead. I now believe in God.
Zig-Zag!
Smash Lord
I want to play any smash anywhere ;-;
takieddine
Smash Master
come play with us
Atacusbebop123
Smash Journeyman
Check Check.
Vyke
Smash Champion
Steve is a zombie. I now believe in The Lich King.
A-Laon
Smash Master
derp .
Zig-Zag!
Smash Lord
If you say my name three time on one page, I appear!
Um
What is SRU? I live here, but Im not from around here...
Um
What is SRU? I live here, but Im not from around here...
A-Laon
Smash Master
You just made a new enemy. A formidable foe. A challenger, aggressor, aspiring only to seek out your defeat. Your downfall. Your destruction. You have unleashed an impetus, a force, a beast so ravenous as to haunt your very dreams. Your feeble life is at stake. Your dreams are in jeopardy. Your existence is under my control. I am the new arbiter of your fate, and I wish only to fill it with writhing and torment. You have taken on a battle much larger than you are capable of seeing to the end. The sheer power of my words and the relentlessness of my assault will break you down into mere pieces of your former self. Your disrespect was foolish. Your mistake was dire. Your end... is now.
Just kidding! I love you, Aaron. <3
Atacusbebop123
Smash Journeyman
That was freaking beast Alan, Good ****
Alan vs. Aaron= fight of the century (?)
I found Rome.
Zig-Zag!
Smash Lord
Yes, I do go to Edinboro! And I've been to slippery rock before for that one tourny...its an hourish away.
Its just that I dont know abbreviations of towns around here that well.
D
Deleted member
Guest
and you're only in erie when I'm not! grats.
A-Laon
Smash Master
We need to meet in the finals of a tournament...
A cagefighting tournament.
yayuhhz
Atacusbebop123
Smash Journeyman
I don't know dude, Aaron's got a mean chokehold that counters tallness, and Berthold. Plus word on the street is: he's black.
A-Laon
Smash Master
I'm a young, desperate teenage degenerate with no value of life. People who don't give a **** about living always win fights to the death.
If you disagree, cagefight MM.
If you disagree, cagefight MM.
Nakamaru
Smash Master
Vyke
Smash Champion
Yeah... So... I can't wait for the expansion. And yeah, that ride is a two-seater.
Nakamaru
Smash Master
Tim, tell him he can have the name Fast Fish. So if you ever meet in tournament you can be swift bass and fast fish. People will be so confused.
pockyD
Smash Legend
fast fishy is sooooo 2007
A-Laon
Smash Master
Hasty Halibut
Rhymes with Tasty Halibut
mmmm
Rhymes with Tasty Halibut
mmmm
Vyke
Smash Champion
A single gray eye wandered over a landscape that had been scarred by constant war. This eye was hard-set and sunken into the skull, beaten back by age and the constant reaction of fear coupled by hatred. It had seen battles, it had seen wars, and it had seen the cost of life. It had seen death's terrible hand grapple and tear out many a good man's soul.
This eye bore wisdom. This eye held the truth.
It was because of this reason that his soldiers went in to battle with him. Why they died for him.
"Is something bothering you, Grand Marshal?" A snide voice sneered into his ear from the left, creeping inside as if it were a disease to be treated but never cured. The grizzled commander was shaken out of his daydream, and turned his head to view his second-in-command. He was aware of the disdain that infected the man's words. The blade of this man's tongue was sharper than the dagger he was trying to plunge into his flank when his back was turned. "There is nothing bothering me, Field Marshal Wade. Have you finished the report of today's victory?"
A thin, sly grin spread across Field Marshal Wade's almost serpentine-like features. "You mean the extermination of this camp? Why, yes. I have duly noted down the last detail our victorious 'battle' against the Grom'gol Refugees." There was that word again. Extermination. "Field Marshal Wade. Are you inferring that these were not blood-thirsty savages, but some sort of civilized race akin to our own?" Wade did not need to mask his smile, for he was being all too sincere. "No. Of course not, Grand Marshal." A forced salute, and Field Marshal Wade's thin frame faded from view. The man turned back to view the jungle of Stranglethorn.
No.
Plains of pale green with rolling hills are what met his eyes. Strange, these lands seemed too quiet without the battle-cry of horde or the clash of human steel against orcish metal. "Is something bothering you, Highlord?" A hearty, gruff voice spoke up from his right. A warm smile began to carve a path across his normally stoic visage. "No, not at all, Garren." He said informally towards the heavily built man in front of him. A soldier that was more akin to a rock than anything else, but a heart inside of him that was easily bonded to. Garren was a man he could trust. "What's the damage?"
It was at that moment that Garren's infectious smile was flattened. "Well... Minimal. I'm starting to wonder why-" A gauntlet was risen, and Garren's strong voice was halted. "It is not our duty to question, merely to follow. If the enemy is sustaining severe casualties, it is not because they are weak, but because we are strong." Garren was left unconvinced by his commander and friend's wavering tone. "If... If you say so, Highlord." The rock-solid man hiked up a rigid salute and trudged away, his footfalls easily felt from far. The man turned his view back to the plains of Arathi.
Instead, he was greeted by the hue of tan. A completely flat tundra was spread below his wandering eyes, and where it was not flat, there were enormous mountains seeking to tear the clouds apart. Smoke was rising from many scattered settlements that were of orc architecture. Something was off. It had been harder than expected. "Something... Is... Is something b-bothering you, Argyle?" A soft, willowy voice floated in from behind him. The tall veteran turned in his full set of plate to dwarf the woman in scaled mail before him. "Vanessa? I was not aware--Surely you could not have completed the report in such short time?" Long locks of honey swayed to and fro as she shook her head. "N-no, of course not! I just thought that, well, you know... You always do this after a battle. Stare, and all. You seem even more distant these past few days. Why is that?" The man adjusted the bloodied cloth bandage over his eye.
This was the only person that made the man search the ground for his answer, instead of the other's eyes. She was not intimidating compared to him, yet she was able to bring him to his metaphorical knees with a few stammered words. He could give her only one answer. "I am not certain anymore." A sigh followed that was long overdue, and he turned his back to her. Instead of a knife, hands came to comfort him. He looked up once more to the field of battle with the one remaining eye, unable to see the dull draconic outline in the sky above.
Now all this man saw was a scarred, nameless land. There were not trees, for they had all been burned by azure flames. The hills were made of corpses, and the grass was stained crusty crimson from its once lustrous emerald. He thought very little these days. "Is something bothering you, Death Knight?" Asked a voice that wafted frost. A skeletal hand came to rest on his ebony plated pauldron, and he responded "No." His eye burned with renewed vigor not his own, a lie.
The truth had been buried deep inside of him. Eye hidden by blue flames and mouth held back by mind. Stolen Pride. It was only after death had come to claim his body did his will try to scream the truth, only to be numbed by ice.
Something was bothering Argyle Heartstill.
Regret.
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Just something I whipped up from expansion inspiration. It ain't like the thread is going too fast anyway.
This eye bore wisdom. This eye held the truth.
It was because of this reason that his soldiers went in to battle with him. Why they died for him.
"Is something bothering you, Grand Marshal?" A snide voice sneered into his ear from the left, creeping inside as if it were a disease to be treated but never cured. The grizzled commander was shaken out of his daydream, and turned his head to view his second-in-command. He was aware of the disdain that infected the man's words. The blade of this man's tongue was sharper than the dagger he was trying to plunge into his flank when his back was turned. "There is nothing bothering me, Field Marshal Wade. Have you finished the report of today's victory?"
A thin, sly grin spread across Field Marshal Wade's almost serpentine-like features. "You mean the extermination of this camp? Why, yes. I have duly noted down the last detail our victorious 'battle' against the Grom'gol Refugees." There was that word again. Extermination. "Field Marshal Wade. Are you inferring that these were not blood-thirsty savages, but some sort of civilized race akin to our own?" Wade did not need to mask his smile, for he was being all too sincere. "No. Of course not, Grand Marshal." A forced salute, and Field Marshal Wade's thin frame faded from view. The man turned back to view the jungle of Stranglethorn.
No.
Plains of pale green with rolling hills are what met his eyes. Strange, these lands seemed too quiet without the battle-cry of horde or the clash of human steel against orcish metal. "Is something bothering you, Highlord?" A hearty, gruff voice spoke up from his right. A warm smile began to carve a path across his normally stoic visage. "No, not at all, Garren." He said informally towards the heavily built man in front of him. A soldier that was more akin to a rock than anything else, but a heart inside of him that was easily bonded to. Garren was a man he could trust. "What's the damage?"
It was at that moment that Garren's infectious smile was flattened. "Well... Minimal. I'm starting to wonder why-" A gauntlet was risen, and Garren's strong voice was halted. "It is not our duty to question, merely to follow. If the enemy is sustaining severe casualties, it is not because they are weak, but because we are strong." Garren was left unconvinced by his commander and friend's wavering tone. "If... If you say so, Highlord." The rock-solid man hiked up a rigid salute and trudged away, his footfalls easily felt from far. The man turned his view back to the plains of Arathi.
Instead, he was greeted by the hue of tan. A completely flat tundra was spread below his wandering eyes, and where it was not flat, there were enormous mountains seeking to tear the clouds apart. Smoke was rising from many scattered settlements that were of orc architecture. Something was off. It had been harder than expected. "Something... Is... Is something b-bothering you, Argyle?" A soft, willowy voice floated in from behind him. The tall veteran turned in his full set of plate to dwarf the woman in scaled mail before him. "Vanessa? I was not aware--Surely you could not have completed the report in such short time?" Long locks of honey swayed to and fro as she shook her head. "N-no, of course not! I just thought that, well, you know... You always do this after a battle. Stare, and all. You seem even more distant these past few days. Why is that?" The man adjusted the bloodied cloth bandage over his eye.
This was the only person that made the man search the ground for his answer, instead of the other's eyes. She was not intimidating compared to him, yet she was able to bring him to his metaphorical knees with a few stammered words. He could give her only one answer. "I am not certain anymore." A sigh followed that was long overdue, and he turned his back to her. Instead of a knife, hands came to comfort him. He looked up once more to the field of battle with the one remaining eye, unable to see the dull draconic outline in the sky above.
Now all this man saw was a scarred, nameless land. There were not trees, for they had all been burned by azure flames. The hills were made of corpses, and the grass was stained crusty crimson from its once lustrous emerald. He thought very little these days. "Is something bothering you, Death Knight?" Asked a voice that wafted frost. A skeletal hand came to rest on his ebony plated pauldron, and he responded "No." His eye burned with renewed vigor not his own, a lie.
The truth had been buried deep inside of him. Eye hidden by blue flames and mouth held back by mind. Stolen Pride. It was only after death had come to claim his body did his will try to scream the truth, only to be numbed by ice.
Something was bothering Argyle Heartstill.
Regret.
---
Just something I whipped up from expansion inspiration. It ain't like the thread is going too fast anyway.
A-Laon
Smash Master
Don't get me started..
SwiftBass
Smash Hero
i'll ditto his main for the name lol