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When I met Grubby for the first time, I was unprepared for what I saw. On streams and in photos, he always appeared to be a youthful, vigorous man... but the person in front of me was dissimilar in most every way from that handsome Warcraft III professional. In front of me was an elderly man ravaged by time. Splotches of discolored skin wreathed his weathered face, and only a few ragged gray hairs adorned his scalp. He sat in a rocking chair nearly as old as he was, gently swaying to and fro as he contemplated the sight of me appearing at his lonely ranch in Texas. A faint grin slowly materialized, and his tired eyes shone with renewed brilliance. Grubby then spoke:
"I've been expecting you, Archas. You wish to learn my trade?"
I wasn't sure how to respond. For one thing, his "trade" could mean any number of things. Should I respond with an affirmative, I could very well be apprenticing under the Orc King as a cowhand rather than a professional gamer. One hardly has time for competing in a video game when one's cows need to be tended to, after all. But what gave me pause more than that was the simple fact that I hadn't sought Grubby out in the first place. It was by sheer coincidence and the whimsy of the Fates that I had arrived at the legendary ex-gamer's doorstep, rather than by design. How could Mr. Schenkhuizen have been expecting me when I never expected to be here?
Before I could formulate a reply, Grubby nodded lightly, as if he could see what my decision would have been before I had made it.
"Come." The elderly man slowly rose from his chair and hobbled out of the room. I followed him, unsure of what to expect. Across a hallway, through the kitchen, and down a flight of stairs. Then I saw it, isolated on the far side of the basement.
His computer. His mouse, his keyboard. They were all there, in perfect condition. Despite their lack of use, Grubby had maintained them masterfully, to the point where one could be forgiven for thinking they had been unboxed the day before. The screen flickered to life as if some unseen entity had detected my presence. A single, amber button appeared on the screen.
Thus began my tutelage under the Champion, Grubby.
+ Show Spoiler +Most of this dream I had occurred as I remember it, but I'll admit I embellished the details slightly to make it an interesting read. I don't know why Grubby was an old man living in Texas, or why I was at his ranch in the first place. Dreams are funny like that.
Don't hate me, Grubby! I love you! D:
 
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Haha I thought this was going to be a story of you meeting him on ladder, but it turned out much better.
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Was expecting a love story when I read the title. Disappointed.
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I'm just slightly confused by this, but I'm probably a bit to tired to look for hidden meanings and imagery  . Too deep Archas, too deep.
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On December 28 2012 00:36 Enzymatic wrote:
Was expecting a love story when I read the title. Disappointed.
Hahaha yeah this kind of reeks of slashfic doesn't it?
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I assure you, the relationship is 100% platonic.
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Nicely written :D - dreams are indeed weird!
I want more :>
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I entered this thread expecting either a life lesson or a homoerotic fanfic. Needless to say, I feel this satisfied both in some strange way.
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Dreams are really weird but they create great stories. Sequel please 
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On December 28 2012 02:52 iPAndi wrote:
I entered this thread expecting either a life lesson or a homoerotic fanfic. Needless to say, I feel this satisfied both in some strange way.
One of those possibilities may become a reality in the near future.
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Haha nice! Dreams are funky!
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you had for me ...
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It might have been only a weird dream but your style made it a story worth reading. Well done.
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I demand this to become erotic, or i tell hot bid about why we call you failcas. Nice blog 5/5
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On December 27 2012 23:59 Archas wrote:When I met Grubby for the first time, I was unprepared for what I saw. On streams and in photos, he always appeared to be a youthful, vigorous man... but the person in front of me was dissimilar in most every way from that handsome Warcraft III professional. In front of me was an elderly man ravaged by time. Splotches of discolored skin wreathed his weathered face, and only a few ragged gray hairs adorned his scalp. He sat in a rocking chair nearly as old as he was, gently swaying to and fro as he contemplated the sight of me appearing at his lonely ranch in Texas. A faint grin slowly materialized, and his tired eyes shone with renewed brilliance. Grubby then spoke: "I've been expecting you, Archas. You wish to learn my trade?" I wasn't sure how to respond. For one thing, his "trade" could mean any number of things. Should I respond with an affirmative, I could very well be apprenticing under the Orc King as a cowhand rather than a professional gamer. One hardly has time for competing in a video game when one's cows need to be tended to, after all. But what gave me pause more than that was the simple fact that I hadn't sought Grubby out in the first place. It was by sheer coincidence and the whimsy of the Fates that I had arrived at the legendary ex-gamer's doorstep, rather than by design. How could Mr. Schenkhuizen have been expecting me when I never expected to be here? Before I could formulate a reply, Grubby nodded lightly, as if he could see what my decision would have been before I had made it. "Come." The elderly man slowly rose from his chair and hobbled out of the room. I followed him, unsure of what to expect. Across a hallway, through the kitchen, and down a flight of stairs. Then I saw it, isolated on the far side of the basement. His computer. His mouse, his keyboard. They were all there, in perfect condition. Despite their lack of use, Grubby had maintained them masterfully, to the point where one could be forgiven for thinking they had been unboxed the day before. The screen flickered to life as if some unseen entity had detected my presence. A single, amber button appeared on the screen. Thus began my tutelage under the Champion, Grubby. + Show Spoiler +Most of this dream I had occurred as I remember it, but I'll admit I embellished the details slightly to make it an interesting read. I don't know why Grubby was an old man living in Texas, or why I was at his ranch in the first place. Dreams are funny like that.
Don't hate me, Grubby! I love you! D:
This is very freaky... I dreamt the exact same thing.... ?????????
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Oh god...Grubby how would you feel about a slashfic between you and Moon?
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5 stars would read again.
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