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It doesn't really have much to do with Warcraft. I just couldn't think of a title and, to put it simply, couldn't be bothered.
So let's get started.

I'm an orphan and a friend from the orphanage and I were infiltrating our old, now abandoned home. We were being sneaky because there were apparently people inside. We found my old room and started exploring but then we heard noises. I was shoved out to investigate by my oh-so-brave friend and found someone familiar.
A half-bald guy with a dark brown, scrappy ponytail was sitting at the computer playing Warcraft (How I knew this is beyond me due to the fact that I have never ever played Warcraft).

Since I vaguely recognised him I said 'Oh, you're that old guy!' He looked rather offended at my words and replied 'I am not the old guy.' Suddenly two other guys magically appeared and he pointed 'One of them is the old guy.'

The scenery changed and where had once been a rather grotty study was now a barren field full of kids holding long blocks of wood and hitting each other (It wasn't as bad as it sounds. They weren't clubbing each other to death).
'We're trying to build an army but they're not strong enough or skilled enough. We were hoping you could teach some of them. I then noticed the older children helping them out.
'Okay.' I casually answered without really thinking about it.

I was assigned two brothers. Tore, the older brother with dark chocolate hair, looking about 13 and Caz, the little brother with golden brown hair, looking around 7. They were both holding sticks thicker than my arm but which were impossibly light. I first taught them how to defend themselves from attack and watched them practice in the field. Soon I noticed major gaps in their defensive technique and called them over so I could correct this somewhat life threatening fault.

They both climbed in through the window of the hut I was standing in but Tore got caught by my maths teacher. He started to tell Tore off for climbing in through the windows (How did my teacher even end up in my dream?). Eventually we placated him with beer and I got round to teaching the kiddies using the practical method. Starting nice and slow, I fought with Tore using basic strikes and blocking. As he blocked I took my opportunity and kicked him in the knee, though it wasn't very hard.
'There, that's what you need to work on. Your opponent isn't going to only use his sword (not that I knew who the opponent was). Tore grinned 'But it didn't hurt much!'
'You want to be hurt?'