Pandamania - Guardian

It had been many long years since Panda Man had returned to the forests to eat fresh bamboo shoots. But he would have to make do with a cup-sized bamboo shoot with coffee latte in it. He rambled along slowly chewing on the edge of his cup and spilling coffee into his mouth as he went. His big eyes blinked a bit and opened a bit more and he looked up to see a big ship with a little escape pod fly from it. With interest, he walked on down the streets of Irvine. The stares of surprise that came from the nearby windows didn’t seem to bother the panda whatsoever and his massive paws pulled upon the building that he just so happened to choose to enter. Within was a secretary at a desk with trembling hands that attempted to stand up but promptly fell over. With a grumble Panda Man walked by dropping a slop of paper on her desk, which read: “I am the Panda Man mister Samwise ordered a couple weeks ago. Panda Man” As he continued his slow walk towards the elevator, a messy looking man burst from the elevator and rushed at him. The man’s eyes gleamed with happiness and joy as he came to a stop before the big form. A sheet of paper rolled up into one hand and a pencil in the other. “Come, we have much work to do!” he beckoned quickly and shuffled off down a side passage and into a large room of grass. An extra-planar dimensional room crafted by one of the Blizzard mage slaves. The Panda unknowingly walked right into the room, and sat down on the grass. The fluffy clouds rolled over head. And thus was the beginning of Panda Man’s suffering at Blizzard’s grubby little hands as they attempted to fit little Japanese suits on a Chinese panda was just cruel and unfeeling torture.

A little slip of paper airplane flew straight up into the sky. A giant panda beneath it guided it like a kite towards the fast approaching battlecruiser. *Splat* and thus ended the lazy flight of the paper plane but clearly appearing on the window of Patriot’s window was a message asking for them to accept him to CWALA. It was time for his revenge on the evil ones. And he would take that stupid game that had made him have to suffer so much. Warcraft 3. If they wanted the game, they’d get it, as long as Blizzard didn’t’ have it he’d be happy.

A few minutes later, Patriot and Kalledon stood before a big ball of fur. “So, you would like to join huh?” Kalledon asked but more like a statement. Panda man help up a wooden sign with the words Yes on one side and No on the other. With it ready, he flashed the yes up. “Um… do u speak… any languages?” Patriot asked. With a quick scribble of his claws, he wrote down on his board the words “Panda speak Panda” Patriot nodded and pushed the slow moving ball of fur onto the wraith that he had used to get down. Thus was the fate of Panda Man.