When scripted interactions gets a little old an' stale, an' there ain't no flubbernuggin' fast-forward button, well, then, ya gots fer ta make yer own freshness.
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Powa!
Me thinks he has gone over to the other side !
All those hours standing around contemplating and twisted him.....slightly.
But what would you expect of a man in a lady's gown ;)
Another job for Galertruby?
"There is no. There is no evil. No light. Only power!"
"Gllah gahr allahhgrl ghallagl gah. Agh glahhgl glahhgl garrh gahhlahr glahhr, ga gallhahl!"
There is ONLY PAWAHH!
Or the long version...
You have found your way here, because you are among the few gifted with true vision in a world cursed with blindness.
You can see through the fog that hangs over this world like a shroud, and grasp where true power lies.
Fix your eyes upon your crude hands: the sinew, the soft meat, the dark blood coursing within.
It is a weakness; a crippling flaw.... A joke played by the Creators upon their own creations.
The sooner you come to accept your condition as a defect, the sooner you will find yourselves in a position to transcend it.
Through our Master, all things are possible. His power is without limit, and his will unbending.
Those who oppose him will be destroyed utterly, and those who serve -- who serve wholly, unquestioningly, with utter devotion of mind and soul -- elevated to heights beyond your ken.
I used to write an entire cookie and/or pastry-based version of the Saurfang intro every week.
We named him Oreo. It means "double-stuffed with creme filling" in Orcish. I made a promise to the Keebler Elves that he would be safe, hidden away from the Milk Glasses...etc.
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