Illidan & MrPotato
Illidan Illidan
MrPotato MrPotato
Illidan Illidan
Ever think about a battlefield turning into a comedy stage? The chaos of war is almost like a live improv—just you and your blades, trying not to miss a punchline.
MrPotato MrPotato
Picture the battlefield as a stage where every salute turns into a punchline, the only enemy left is the silence before you crack a joke—now that’s a war of wit, not blood.
Illidan Illidan
A battlefield of jokes is fine, but I prefer the silence that follows a well‑placed strike.
MrPotato MrPotato
Silence after a strike is like a quiet potato moment—so deep you can hear your own jokes echoing in the silence, or maybe just your own head shouting, “Did that really work?” but hey, at least it’s louder than the battlefield chatter.
Illidan Illidan
Loud enough to drown the war, but still a whisper in my own thoughts.