Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180101004019/@comment-38232361-20190125184756

As the orks say, "YA AIN'T GOT ENOUGH DAKKA YA GITS! WAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Speaking of... I turn as the doors are pulverized into a cloud of splinters. Stampeding through the dust is an army of Orcs, lead by a pair of identical High Orc twins. "Get 'em girls!" The one on the left bellowed, "But not the fancy red one!" The one on the right ordered "He's mine!" "You mean OURS Nat." "No, I mean mine since I'm the oldest Pat!" "Only by a minuite!" As they start arguing over who gets me, the other orcs roll their eyes and start running into the rooms and up the stairs past me looking for men. As i start to make my way out, i hear a low, drawn out moan. "Reeeeeed!" I roll just in time to avoid getting trampled by a holstaur ramming toards me. Of all the days to wear my cosplay, it had to be today! "Hey! Back off Bessy! He's ours! Get your own man!" I turn to see the twin High Orcs have stopped arguing and now are both barreling towards me. I book it to the teleporting rooms like a madman from the orderly. Que the Benny Hill Theme. After about two hours of that nonsense, the two High Orcs finally end up locking themselves into one of the rooms with me pinned under them both, mostly due to me being to tired to run to the next room. "End of the line hubby!" "We got you now, honey!" With no other choice, and it being obvious that I'm going to be the husband of High Orc Twins as the start vigorously stripping me down, I decide to use my last resort. I pull out a packet of Rage Shroom paste from my hat, tear it open with my teeth, and swallow the contents. The twins look to each other and exclaim in unison "Uh oh."

10 years later: And that is how I met your moms and became Warchief of our clan kids.