Mannimarco
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Mannimarco is the World of Warcraft nerdcore rapping alias of Adam Zivojnovich. It is the name of his Undead Warlock on the Steamwheedle Cartel server. Mannimarco raps about being an undead Warlock, and pwning the alliance. Mannimarco is now permanently retired from WoW.
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You let out a sigh of relief as you enter the Scryerβs inn. The inn is beautifully furnished, and very pleasing to the eye (as is all Blood Elf architecture.) It sharply contrasts the poverty of the lower city, where you had passed through minutes ago. Those on the upper levels of Shattrath certainly live much more extravagantly. You give the innkeeper a nod as you walk back into the den. As you enter the commons you furrow your brow and wrinkle up your nose a bit as you catch the scent of undeath. In the middle of the room near a hookah, with an assortment of silk pillows you see an imp scurrying about, uttering obscenities and knocking things over. You snicker.
You hear a faint mutter from the corner of the room, you look over and see an undead (one of the Forsaken) sitting alone at a table. He doesnβt notice you as he thumbs through a large, glowing tome. Without looking up, the undead suddenly yells βGarjub! Shut the fuck up!β The imp stops for a second to look up at his master, then goes back to running around the room. You examine the undead warlock sitting at the table. He is dressed in elaborate robes and cloth armor. On the floor beside him there is a large, beautifully crafted sword (of Ethereal design if your memory serves you right.)
You turn away from the warlock and head towards one of the beds in the back. You sit down on the end of the bed it and yawn. The Warlock finally notices your presence, and glances over at you. You immediately notice something strange. There are two leather straps criss-crossing his face in an X and covering his eyes.
βOh, helloβ¦β he says, and returns to his tome before you can respond.
βUhhβ¦ hi, my name is-...β you start.
βManni, Mannimarcoβ¦ Master Demonologist.β He says, without looking up.
βHeyβ¦β there is a long silence after that. You look down at the floor. βSoβ¦ whatβs the deal with the straps on the face?β
Manni closes his tome and turns his chair towards you βAre you really interested in knowing, or just making idle chat? Thatβs kind of a long storyβ¦β
You scratch the back of your head βYah, sureβ¦ Iβve got time.β
The Warlock grins a bit, tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling. Youβre not really sure if he is actually looking at anything. Common sense would suggest that he is blind.
βIβm not blind.β he says with a chuckle.
βHuh?β you tense up, and wonder if heβs reading your thoughts.
βA lot of people ask about thisβ¦ Iβm used to it, you know?β
βOhβ¦ rightβ you relax yourself a bit.
βOkay soβ¦ where to startβ¦β Manni pauses for a bit to think βYears ago, I was a mageβ¦β he stops for a second βa human mageβ¦ I became bored with arcane magic, transmutation,β he cocks his head to the side βturning stuff into sheep and whatnotβ¦ but mostly I hated the bureaucracy of the Mages Guild, the rules of what we could and could not research. I hated the orderβ¦ the restraint, those smug bastardsβ¦β he clears his throat. βAt that time In my region necromancy was strictly forbiddenβ¦ Iβve always had a fascination with deathβ¦ how ironicβ¦β
You chuckle nervously.
βI left the Mages guild to study necromancy in secret. As time passed I took on a few apprentices. We began to reanimate bodies from the local cemeteries. At first these undead could only be reanimated for a few hours, and were incapable of doing even the most simple of tasks. But I soon perfected my methods. I donβt want to drag this out too longβ¦. anywayβ¦ I began to gain a following of others interested in the dark arts. We eventually formed our own secret society of necromancers. I was the leader. They called me Mannimarcoβ¦ The King of Worms.β He gives you a smug grin as he says this. βButβ¦β his expression becomes serious again βI became over-confidentβ¦ I thought I could overthrow the mages guild. I launched several attacks along with my followers. We killed many of them, managed to burn down an academyβ¦ the cowards didnβt have the strength to face me themselvesβ¦ they sent an assassin to kill me in my sleep.β
Mannimarco reaches behind his head, and unhooks the straps around his head. You wince as he removes them. He has no eyes; they have been torn out of his head. A grotesque X-shaped scar is now visible across his entire face where the straps had previously covered.
βThey didnβt just kill meβ¦ they had the audacity to cut out my eyes, mutilate my face, andβ¦β Manni undoes the front of his robe and unbuttons his shirt, a large symbol has been carved across his entire chest βthe ultimate humiliation in deathβ¦ to carve the symbol of the Mages Guild into my fleshβ¦β he spits on the floor in disgust , as he buttons up his shirt and adjusts his robe. He stops for a moment to reattach the leather straps onto his head.
βAs the fates would have it, a short time later the Great Plague swept over the landβ¦ I awoke, blind and confused in the crypts of Deathkn-β¦β
βI though you said you werenβt blindβ¦β You ask, now confused
Manni gives an annoyed grunt. βIβm getting to that, hold onβ¦β
You nod. βIβm sorry, go on.β
βSince there was now an entire race of undead, necromancy seemed unnecessaryβ He laughs a bit at that βI turned my focus to demonology, and became a warlock. To answer your question, I see using a spell similar to the Eye of Kilroggβ¦ minus the big glowing eyeβ¦β
βAhhh, I seeβ you nod, suddenly realizing that you really should have thought of that yourself.
βSo, yah, thatβs why I have the straps.β Manni mutters and turns back to his tome and goes back to reading
You start to say something, but decide against it⦠you shake your head a bit and you and flop back into the bed.
Manni looks up for a second. βoh hey, if you need a lock for an instance, send me a /tell, k?β
βkk, btw wanna buy some gold?β
β/ignoreβ
Mannimarco is the World of Warcraft nerdcore rapping … Read Full Bio ↴FOR THE HORDE!
Mannimarco is the World of Warcraft nerdcore rapping alias of Adam Zivojnovich. It is the name of his Undead Warlock on the Steamwheedle Cartel server. Mannimarco raps about being an undead Warlock, and pwning the alliance. Mannimarco is now permanently retired from WoW.
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You let out a sigh of relief as you enter the Scryerβs inn. The inn is beautifully furnished, and very pleasing to the eye (as is all Blood Elf architecture.) It sharply contrasts the poverty of the lower city, where you had passed through minutes ago. Those on the upper levels of Shattrath certainly live much more extravagantly. You give the innkeeper a nod as you walk back into the den. As you enter the commons you furrow your brow and wrinkle up your nose a bit as you catch the scent of undeath. In the middle of the room near a hookah, with an assortment of silk pillows you see an imp scurrying about, uttering obscenities and knocking things over. You snicker.
You hear a faint mutter from the corner of the room, you look over and see an undead (one of the Forsaken) sitting alone at a table. He doesnβt notice you as he thumbs through a large, glowing tome. Without looking up, the undead suddenly yells βGarjub! Shut the fuck up!β The imp stops for a second to look up at his master, then goes back to running around the room. You examine the undead warlock sitting at the table. He is dressed in elaborate robes and cloth armor. On the floor beside him there is a large, beautifully crafted sword (of Ethereal design if your memory serves you right.)
You turn away from the warlock and head towards one of the beds in the back. You sit down on the end of the bed it and yawn. The Warlock finally notices your presence, and glances over at you. You immediately notice something strange. There are two leather straps criss-crossing his face in an X and covering his eyes.
βOh, helloβ¦β he says, and returns to his tome before you can respond.
βUhhβ¦ hi, my name is-...β you start.
βManni, Mannimarcoβ¦ Master Demonologist.β He says, without looking up.
βHeyβ¦β there is a long silence after that. You look down at the floor. βSoβ¦ whatβs the deal with the straps on the face?β
Manni closes his tome and turns his chair towards you βAre you really interested in knowing, or just making idle chat? Thatβs kind of a long storyβ¦β
You scratch the back of your head βYah, sureβ¦ Iβve got time.β
The Warlock grins a bit, tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling. Youβre not really sure if he is actually looking at anything. Common sense would suggest that he is blind.
βIβm not blind.β he says with a chuckle.
βHuh?β you tense up, and wonder if heβs reading your thoughts.
βA lot of people ask about thisβ¦ Iβm used to it, you know?β
βOhβ¦ rightβ you relax yourself a bit.
βOkay soβ¦ where to startβ¦β Manni pauses for a bit to think βYears ago, I was a mageβ¦β he stops for a second βa human mageβ¦ I became bored with arcane magic, transmutation,β he cocks his head to the side βturning stuff into sheep and whatnotβ¦ but mostly I hated the bureaucracy of the Mages Guild, the rules of what we could and could not research. I hated the orderβ¦ the restraint, those smug bastardsβ¦β he clears his throat. βAt that time In my region necromancy was strictly forbiddenβ¦ Iβve always had a fascination with deathβ¦ how ironicβ¦β
You chuckle nervously.
βI left the Mages guild to study necromancy in secret. As time passed I took on a few apprentices. We began to reanimate bodies from the local cemeteries. At first these undead could only be reanimated for a few hours, and were incapable of doing even the most simple of tasks. But I soon perfected my methods. I donβt want to drag this out too longβ¦. anywayβ¦ I began to gain a following of others interested in the dark arts. We eventually formed our own secret society of necromancers. I was the leader. They called me Mannimarcoβ¦ The King of Worms.β He gives you a smug grin as he says this. βButβ¦β his expression becomes serious again βI became over-confidentβ¦ I thought I could overthrow the mages guild. I launched several attacks along with my followers. We killed many of them, managed to burn down an academyβ¦ the cowards didnβt have the strength to face me themselvesβ¦ they sent an assassin to kill me in my sleep.β
Mannimarco reaches behind his head, and unhooks the straps around his head. You wince as he removes them. He has no eyes; they have been torn out of his head. A grotesque X-shaped scar is now visible across his entire face where the straps had previously covered.
βThey didnβt just kill meβ¦ they had the audacity to cut out my eyes, mutilate my face, andβ¦β Manni undoes the front of his robe and unbuttons his shirt, a large symbol has been carved across his entire chest βthe ultimate humiliation in deathβ¦ to carve the symbol of the Mages Guild into my fleshβ¦β he spits on the floor in disgust , as he buttons up his shirt and adjusts his robe. He stops for a moment to reattach the leather straps onto his head.
βAs the fates would have it, a short time later the Great Plague swept over the landβ¦ I awoke, blind and confused in the crypts of Deathkn-β¦β
βI though you said you werenβt blindβ¦β You ask, now confused
Manni gives an annoyed grunt. βIβm getting to that, hold onβ¦β
You nod. βIβm sorry, go on.β
βSince there was now an entire race of undead, necromancy seemed unnecessaryβ He laughs a bit at that βI turned my focus to demonology, and became a warlock. To answer your question, I see using a spell similar to the Eye of Kilroggβ¦ minus the big glowing eyeβ¦β
βAhhh, I seeβ you nod, suddenly realizing that you really should have thought of that yourself.
βSo, yah, thatβs why I have the straps.β Manni mutters and turns back to his tome and goes back to reading
You start to say something, but decide against it⦠you shake your head a bit and you and flop back into the bed.
Manni looks up for a second. βoh hey, if you need a lock for an instance, send me a /tell, k?β
βkk, btw wanna buy some gold?β
β/ignoreβ
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