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Once upon a time there was this warrior called Shéév walking down Ashenvale enjoying an afternoon walk. When he ran into this weird purple light, even for Ashenvale it looked unusual.
Ofcourse peabrained warrior that he was, he felt the irresistible urge to touch it. The second he did though, his surroundings started twisting and twirling, into a vortex of colours untill he passed out and it all turned black.
When he came to and opened his eyes after who knows how long he sure as hell was not in Ashenvale anymore. When he looked around he immediately jumped up ready for anything! The world he was looking at had a surprising resemblance with Dun Morogh! Filthy dwarves might jump at him. What he did not know was that this was not Dun Morogh, he was not even in azeroth. He was in the mountains of a different world.
After calming down he bit, he realized he was pretty thirsty so he walked up to a stream nearby. He cupped his hands, got himself some water ready to drink, but before he could take his first sip he nearly choked. He just got confronted with a new shock. His own reflection! He did not look like himself at all! instead he looked like a filthy human in a weird tunic and strange glasses. As he gasped for breath, he heard voices comming closer, human voices no doubt. He picked up the weird looking swords he found when he woke up and got ready.
And sure enough humans emerged from the behind the trees, they did not look hostile at all however. Instead they were smiling and laughing at him, like they seemed to know him.
Ofcourse! He looked like one of them! hed forgotten all about that. Shéév decided to play along for the time being.
"why are you holding your skies like that you idiot" the first guy said. A tall one he'd be a challenge if this got ugly. And what are skies anyway?
The girl next to the tall guy spoke next: " I think hes getting ready for battle " she laughed. She looked him straight in the eyes and he melted like the snow around him. "did you hit your head to hard on that tree? put your skis on and lets go". She as pointing at the swords he was holding and all of a sudden he got this weird twitch in his head and he knew what they were and what to do with these things.
Astonished at what was happening to him, he did as he was told, put on his skies and followed them down the mountain. All the while flashes of the world around him shooting through his head. He seemed to know this mountain and the village below and the people he was with.
When they got down, it felt obvious to Shéév they would go for a drink at the local bar. Even though he does not drink, never, it clouds the senses and makes you unprepared for battle. Yet now it seemed like the most logical thing to do.
He drank, he sat and he chatted about skiing. It was sort of the only thing that came to mind and he still had to keep up pretences. More and more he started chatting with the girl that he met earlier on the mountain.
And the more he talked to her the more he was drawn to her. And she to him. The afternoon turned to evening and evening turned to night. Untill the point where their eyes met and you know what happened.
Shéév never did though he slipped on the floor, that was slippery from all the spilled beer. He hit his head and passed out. By the time he woke up, he was back in his garrisson on his bed. Was that a dream? it seemed so real....
Meanwhile a guy named Philip just woke up from this weird ass dream where he was in this game he played. When he looked next to him, there was the girl he had set his mind to for the past week. "So that did go well and I didnt make a complete fool of myself after all. The end
Thats how I met my girlfriend true story
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