Once upon a time, the (ADJECTIVE) king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, was sailing on his ship, the Pride of (PROPER NOUN), when suddenly an orcish warship came out of the fog! "Battle stations!" the king ordered. "We will not let them take the (ADJECTIVE) (PLURAL NOUN)!" Two troll hunters fired arrows at Varian, narrowly missing his (PART OF THE BODY). "By (NAME OF FAVORITE DEAD ALLIANCE PALADIN)'s ghost! That was close," Varian (PAST TENSE OF BODILY FUNCTION).
Garrosh Hellscream, warchief of the Horde, ran out onto the deck of his ship, the (ORC NAME)'s (EMOTION THAT YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOSE A REALLY IMPORTANT ROLL BY 1). "Varian, you cowardly (FAVORITE FARM ANIMAL)! Come face me, and feel the might of my Mag'har (BODILY FLUID)!" Garrosh lunged forward and, with the grace of a (TAMABLE CREATURE), landed on Varian's ship. The two fought until the (PART OF A SHIP) was (COLOR) with (PLURAL OF AN ORGAN FOUND IN THE HUMAN BODY).
Suddenly, Chen Stormstout appeared in a puff of (NAME OF FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE). "Stop this at once! Your battle has cut off shipments of the ingredients to my prized new ale, (ADJECTIVE)(NAME OF CLIMATE) (NAME OF SEASON) Stout! If this continues, we will never have enough for Brewfest!" Varian and Garrosh looked at each other's (ADJECTIVE) faces and agreed that this fighting was pointless. "Garrosh, what do you say we let bygones be bygones and have (THE LARGEST NUMBER YOU CAN IMAGINE) drinks together at Brewfest?" "A true warchief partners with (THE FIRST WORD YOU THINK OF)!"