The Font of Youth

With one final blow from my hammer, the orc's head split open and spilled blood into the dirt.  The crowd around me stood up and cheered. "FOR THE ALLIANCE!" I shouted into the stands, eliciting another grand applause.  Another orc was brought out in shackles, into the arena.  This one was older, hunched over, without a sword or hammer.  An easy victory.

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"Do you think this is a joke, Human? Do you think... you decide the destiny of those who live and die?" The Orc coughed, clearly sickly, as he laughed. What was this? Not even a challenge for a Paladin in his prime, that was for sure.

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"I don't decide your destiny?  You filthy orc, do you know what I am?  Do you not recognize the most powerful, most skilled Paladin in the Alliance?  The man who has slain over one hundred of your kin?" I raised my hammer high in the air. "I decide your destiny now, and it is death!"

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"You know nothing of destiny." The hammer came down, but it didn't strike the sickly Orc - or not like it was intended to, that was to say. Quick like lightning his hand had dropped the cane he walked with, and caught the hammer swiftly, the force pushing his feet deeper into the rough sand beneath him, but seemingly not causing him to even break a sweat. And then, before the eyes of the Paladin, and the entire watching crowds, the hammer began to change shape.

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Magic swirled around my hammer.  I looked on in fear, as my mighty weapon became no more than a plush toy, in the shape of a lollipop.  I tried to drop it from my grip, but I couldn't let it go.  Suddenly, my armor started to shift and warp.  Soon, I was wearing nothing but a standard shirt, a large bib, and what seemed to be... a diaper, prestine and white, thick between my legs.  I yelled out in anger at the orc, but the curse placed a pacifier between my lips.  I tried to spit it out, but it wouldn't budge.  My lips started to suck on the nipple, and as it did, I felt weaker.  Fragile.  And a rumbling filled my stomach.

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A craggily smile forced the edge of the orcs lips up as he chuckled coarsely, then coughed again. The crowd began to react, to chitter and whisper and laugh at first, and then... to boo. To jeer. They would turn on the elderly orc for his transgressions... given the chance. As the mighty paladin began to void his bowels, to force a mess heavier than his former hammer into his diaper, the Orc turned and swept his palms from horizon to horizon, spreading the curse to every single person in attendance. Humans were weak. And now their bodies showed it. Who dared imprisoned Gul'dan? Arrogant babies.