From the Northshire Vale…
Disclaimer: It is Matt&Trey's and Blizzard's. Not mine :(
Summary: Stylefic set in World of Warcraft…AKA my weekly Style 1shot contribution XD
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"Dude, what took you so long?" 16-year-old Stan Marsh asks, his headset mike up to his face. "We're supposed to be at Redridge by now, but we haven't even left Stormwind yet!"
"Sorry, dude!" 16-year-old Kyle Broflovski replies over the now-open TeamSpeak connection. "The Bee Eff Bee made me take Flaphead to the library." The "Bee Eff Bee" was the boys' code for Kyle's Mom, the Big Fat Bitch.
"Ah, that sucks. Come on…Kenny's been pestering me for the past half hour about where we are."
"You know Kenny just wants to ogle my boobs, right? He never does any work unless my back is turned to him." Kyle's avatar is getting huffy. It's not really his…her…fault that certain software designers were anime-addicts who never got any.
"Forget about Kenny. He'll just get killed anyway and it'll take him a while to catch up from the spawn point."
"That doesn't mean I have to be happy about it!" Kyle insists, and Stan hears a crash and some clattering, followed by a "Shit!" Stan isn't too sure of the cause, but he figures it has something to do with why he's been hit with a fire spell that has burned away his armor, leaving him in a charred tunic and leggings.
"Sorry dude, the mouse slipped…what happened?" Kyle asks moments later.
"Goddamn it, Kyle, you set me on fire!" What his friend says next surprises him…as does the reaction of his avatar to the sight of portions of LovesToSpooge's buff torso.
"Mmm…I know…" The avatar is staring. Well, if he's going to play THAT game again.
"Bring your big rod over here and fix this!" he insists, flexing his avatar's muscles, which sets off a digital drool fest in Kyle's avatar. Stan chuckles at this.
"You know, there are subtler methods of removing my clothes," he says as Kyle's avatar saunters over to him and starts dragging him over towards the home of an NPC that is known for its upstairs bedroom.
"Fuck subtle." Kyle's voice is low and husky in Stan's ears. "How do I cast that spell on myself?"
"I don't know, but if you hit alt-eff four I just might kill you," Stan chokes out. He remembers very well what Kyle's avatar has under her big robe-dress-thing…preeeeeeeetty much nothing.
"Oh…found it!" His voice is sexily cheerful as a bright flash surrounds his avatar and reveals tanned skin and a perfect figure…
"Oh, God…Kyle…" In real life, Stan Marsh's eyes are bugging out and his hands are fumbling with his pants. His character is being manhandled by Kyle's sultry mage, and he's not the least bit concerned.
"Mmmm…yes…let's see just how realistic Blizzard made the game now," Kyle says now with a grin that Stan can even HEAR.
-.- Fifteen Minutes Later -.-
"…Kyle…?"
"Mmm…Yes, Stan?"
"Does this make us gay?"
"Did you just fuck a guy?"
"Erm…I FUCKED a girl avatar, but the person I RPed the cyber with was a guy…"
"Then yes, we're gay."
"Wha? Buh? Huh?"
"Stan Stan Stan… you've really got to stop getting worked up over these things. Let's just hope you didn't knock me up."
"Guh…?"
"Did your brain just explode?"
"Hagahgahghaghahhhhhhhhh…"
"I'll be over in five minutes. Don't bother putting your pants back on."
KosherArchmageKB has logged off
Fin
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Author's Notes: LOL…just a quick and pointless something to distract me from the fact that I have to write a five-page paper about analyzing reality later today. :( Reviews would be VERY much appreciated.
KTHANKSBAI
Phoenix II