Illidan & MrPotato
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.
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.
A battlefield of jokes is fine, but I prefer the silence that follows a well‑placed strike.