KJ: MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!

Reverend Noneya: Brothas and Sistas, I hear your groanins, you got pains-uh, you got problems-uh, ya got the demons-uh!  Brothas and Sistas, there's one of ya out there tonight, yes-uh, I says there's one of ya out there tonight thats got the demons-uh, and ya wants to be free-uh!

Crowd: Preach it brotha!  We needs a healin reverend!

Reverend Noneya: Yes-uh, over here in this side of the auditorium, I can feel the demons inflictin ya.  Yes-uh, will brotha M'uru please come forward and be healed-uh!

Crowd: Woots!  Praises be!  Have faith brotha!

Reverend Noneya: Now brotha M'uru, how long you been afflicted with the demons-uh?  Has it been a long time brotha?

M'uru: *nods*

Reverend Noneya: A real long time?

M'uru: *sniff* yes Reverend, Kil'jaeden...he touched me...in places...

The crowd gasps, sobs are heard throughout the auditorium, some old pink haired trolls are seen in the corners brewing....something....

Reverend Noneya: Well my brotha, it's time you be free from these demons-uh, but ya gotta have the faith-uh.  Do you have the faith, M'uru?  Do you want to be healed-uh?

M'uru: Yes Reverend! I have the faith!  I want to be healed!

Reverend Noneya: Well then my brotha, you gots to make a decision. See this door?  *M'uru nods*  Well, some friends of yours heard about your plight, and have made the journey here tonight to assist you in your quest to be free from the demons-uh!  Thats right, Brothas and Sistas! We have The Afflicted here tonight to beat the ever lovin' piss outta M'uru!  Isn't that great?!?

Crowd: Oh praises be!  Hallelujah!

M'uru: *shifty eyes* Whoa wait a minute, beat the ever lovin' piss out of me?  This is your healing?  WTF?

Reverend Noneya: No need to thank me, my honkey brotha, now go with The Afflicted and get to exercisin' them demons, `cause we gots a healin for ya, and we're gonna exercise them demons tonight!

Crowd: Oh praises be!  Hallelujah!

White haired Orcs are seen fainting in the isles.

Well, we said we wanted to make short work of the Twins but damn!

With Felmyst down we hope to make quick work of the Twins!

Brutallus dies with 17 seconds left on enrage timer!  Next stop: Felmyst!

"Hurry up, the robot's going to spawn right on top of us!"
"All right, one-two-three-go! I'm charging in!"
"Wait, I was still drinking!"
"This is diamond's spot, you're star! You're on the other wall!"
"I thought this was star's spot. This is back left, right?"
"Razia was at 3% health for a second! Where were the heals?!"
"I got ported!"
"Who got ported? Say your group!!"
"I don't have a group!"
"Nipple, that's you, click the portal!"
"I'm clicking it! How many fucking times do I have to click it before it fucking...never mind, I'm in."
"Where are my healers? There's no one down here!"
"Whoever just ran and stood on top of me and then got ported, thanks a lot noob, you killed me."
"Decurse, please."
"Kalecgos is getting owned down there! Pick up the demon! Where's the tank for this rotation?"
"The demon is way lower than the dragon. Step up dps on top!"
"Group up behind him! What part of CHAIN HEAL don't you understand?"
"Decurse me goddammit! I'm gonna die!"
"Diamond take the portal!"
"That's not the diamond portal, it's star!"
"Can we have one person calling ports please?"
"Dude, that was awesome, my dot just ticked for 666 damage"
"Clear vent"
"Nipple's up again on the port!"
"We have 25 seconds left on exhaustion, that's not us. It's got to be triangle."
"Triangle just fucking went!"
"Someone better take that port or I'm kicking everyone in the nuts!"
"Now the dragon is way lower than the demon, what the fuck?"
"Stupid demon always nukes me right when I'm evocating"
"Clear vent!!"
"Dragon's at 13%, bring the demon down FAST!"
"Stay calm and this is a killshot!"
"Fuck this camera clipping, all I can see on my screen is a fucking tree"
"CLEAR VENT OR I MURDER YOU"
"Demon down! Blow cooldowns, everything you got!!"
"Three percent! No screaming on vent!"
"Nice guys."
"HOT!"
"WOOOOOOO"
"Wait did he die? Okay, wait...yeah, okay, he's dead. He's just flying around or whatever."
"Fuck you and your 70 trash mobs, you schizophrenic fuck!"
"Let's go play with Brutallus!"

Blood, sweat, tears, countless hours of preparation, friendships tried, loyalties tested.  This is the story of The Afflicted, these are the fruits of victory...

Battle weary soldiers eager for the first kill approach the temple mount.  The scent of victory is in the air, armor and blades alike gleam in the glow of the thunderous sky as lightning traces the horizon.  The arcanists crackle with energy rivaling legendary heros of ancient past while pyromancers flirt with the fire within, tormenting their souls' fight to maintain balance or be consumed by powerlust.  In the shadows lurk master assasins whose very presence is like the shadowed voice of tortured souls crying out for solace.  Invoking the favor of ancestral spirits, ritualists call upon legendary souls to grant them their boon.  Angelic voices carry through the horde as the sons and daughters of light and dark sing in prayer over the army, rising the spirits of battle.  The drums of war sound and the warlord's cry pierces the night...the battle is on.

A thundering clash shakes the ground as the Twin Blades of Azzinoth slam against the hardened heart of Kaz'rogal but Razia stands his ground, mocking the supposed might of the great Illidan Stormrage.  The twisted demonslayer rages against the mighty Tauren but cannot find a weakness in the battlemaster.  A glint of trepidation is seen in the eyes of Illidan and Razia siezes the moment to push harder, knocking Illidan off balance and scoring a critical hit.  Wounded in body and pride, Illidan takes to the sky and sends the Blades of Azzinoth crashing down to the floor below as furies of the past come to life in the form of the fabled Flames of Azzinoth.  Quick as a whip Naratyr and Nubiz are quick to gather the attention of these fiery monstrosities.

Time passes and the battle rages on...  Bloodied but not beaten, The Afflicted rally the troops and push hard. Maiev Shadowsong emerges from the shadows to unleash a furious barrage just as Lefabre spots a weakness in Illidan's defense and the beleaguered demonking staggers and falls backward.  Illidan forces himself to his knees and attempts to fight on when the last remaining fragment of his soul is called to the great beyond.  The lifeless Illidan crashes to the floor and is consumed in shadow - the once mighty King of Black Temple has fallen!