It just occured to me...how the hell did the headless...gnome...midget....thing, stay standing after having everything from the neck up turned into an unholy charcoaled mess?

Was there just THAT much armour that it couldn't fall? Did it instantly go into rigor mortis? Did Richard have his hand in it's nether regions like some kind of meat-puppet!?

The gasses that were given off when his head was burned attached to the rest of the body via the process of condensation. These lighter-than-air gasses then exerted a lifting force on the body, allowing it to stay standing.

Alternate theory: gnomes are actually miniature robots created by midget engineers to take over the world.

Take your pick.

Me likey the engineers.

He was so honoured to be killed by richard that he was quivering with excitement... EVEN WHILST DEAD.

Yea, most gnomes are just robots made by the few real gnomes, all theothers got stepped on in ages past

You see the science of Blizzard itself steps into this one. Rule number one of the law of WOW concerning physics: Cows can walk while standing up-right.

2: Every race, no matter the size, jumps at the same height.
3: Fire comes out of people's hands and into faces, enabling the body to remain unharmed whilst the head is no more.
4: Omg, cows can walk while standing up (if you buy that then don't bother questioning anything else)
5: No matter how much you weigh, you always fall at the same speed.

well the fifth one is actually proven its like one of newtons fundandables or something

Does Newton play warcraft, is he on the Blizzard team? NO! Bad TheGrubz *sprays with water* Bad! You went and Thought all over my carpet, you do that outside!

Besides, these are the laws of Blizzard concerning physics, not Newtons

Dammit dammit dammit! runs away from Hell-water, damn blizzard and their f***ed up physics, I hates em, oh I hates em

*thinks all over the carpet then scampers back into the backyard and under the fence into the next backyard*

The 5th is always true! (9.81 meters per second-squared)

oh poop, I just thought myself again

Actually, I think that might just be the rate of acceleration, but I could be wrong. In any case...

Why are you trying to apply the laws of Warcraft as though it were Earth? Thats stupid. It's a fantasy setting, and the rules are obviously different there.

So, that means I hav one answer to all of your questions:

It's magic stupid. Duh.

And taurens aren't cows. Their taurens. A bipedal sentient race with certain bovine features. They only have one set of hooves, the women don't have udders (though they may still lactate, we're debating that), and... their not cows.

It IS the rate of acceleration via gravity... I'm a physics junkie as mentioned in some other thread.

I'm surprised that discussion has switched from the physics of decapitated gnomes to the lactating abilities of tauren. In less than 1/2 a page, no less...

lol. i love these forums

I'm beginning to think that I have a hidden fetish for Tauren's. Whenever I talk about them, I inevitably begin to talk about their lactating nipples.

I need therapy.

*puts on therapisty glasses* Aherm. *pulls out a baseball bat* Now i'm going to hit you with this until you stop feeling crazy. If you get that 'brain hemmorage' feeling, let me know and i'll get you an ice-pack.

Tauren look pretty well-adapted to bipedal movement. =O

I mean if you're talking about T3H C0W LEBEL (SHHHH IT R A SECRT), well...

Those cows are Satan's private herd.

What debate? They seem to be mammals, so they lactate. We all do it, people.



Satan gets all the cool toys, and he doesn't even have to share.

*sigh* I wish I was Satan.

Don't we all?

Mmmm tuaren milk, fresh squeezed.

and on another note,

The simplest answer that I can think of is the whole comanding the skellitons of the dead thing, if he can animate them enough to attack, no doubt richard can hold up one long enough to make a funny point.

You know, that may be the best approach to therapy yet. Although it's kind of self-defeating. I mean, how many sessions would I go through? I think I'd feel better after only one...

Heck, make that ten minutes.

I wish I was Richard. Or some kind of she-verision. But, I think would explode via an overdose of awesome. So being Satan would probably be the best choice unless you wanna get all 'splodey and get your colon all over the recliner.
Don't even think about it either. We just got it refurnished.

Did anyone used to get bored in class and try to work out how much gunpowder would be needed to fire a cannonball, and the trajectory needed to take out the school statue from where you were sitting?

You see taurens, I see cows.

matter of opinion, you can't tell me they don't have cow characteristics.

So going back to the original question... yeah the body should've fallen. Then again probably not. I don't know how Richard's fireballs work. And I thought his hand came up from the back, not from within... the... corpse... ugh (excuse me).

Anyway, let's give Richard some comedic license to bend the rules of physics now and then.

And by the way... yeah I had some firey plans for the most emblematic icons of pride of my own school. One would say it's that whole rebellious problem with authority when you are young. Eh... young-er, even. Of course nowadays, were someone were to hear them they would probably call the school counselor... and homeland security.

I built a cannon in woodwork. An air-compression cannon. Worked too. I fired tennis balls. A friend took my plans and upgraded them and made a real cannon in Metal work, using the same air compression principle. He fired tennis balls for nearly half a mile.

You know what your problem was? Not enough testicle in the way of the tennis ball.

That would have been excellent. Or a small cat.

Or through a small cat into testicles, for the ultimate win.

But trying to find a fool to shoot...

Sometimes finding a fool can be tricky. Remember, it's always okay to settle back on a chump who you happen to pity. It's not the same as pitying fools, I know, but it'll do in a pinch.

So we've gone from the pysics governing Gnome cadavers, to the lactating properties of Taurens, to shooting kittens in the testicles with tennis balls, to


...in less than 2 pages of posts. Yup, seems normal to me.

I'm surprised we haven't gone onto a 6th topic by now.

Mr. T is a frightening figure. Not really intimidating fright, but for some reason I wouldn't want him anywhere near my children.

he's the kind of guy who will get your cat out of a tree and beat you up for messin up his frohawk

You're joking, right? If I have kids I'm sending them off for apprenticeships with Mr T. Unless I don't like one of them, then they get Michael Jackson.

Mr. T would be an excellent role model. Imagine it: Billy has just gotten back from Mr. T training camp. But, oh no! Mean old Johnny tries to steal his lunch money!

*insert orgy of violence*

"I PITY DA FOOL WHO TRY TA TAKE MA LUNCH MONEY!!!""

Mr.T is everybody's uncle. It doesn't matter what colour race or creed you are, Uncle T's always got yo' back.

Indeed, agreed. Let us not forget the skeleton party at the tavern.

Ghouleh hasn't taken part in our humorous tangents...

I pity da foo' who can't say nutin' but drivel!

Thanks Uncle T! *thumbs up*

Don't be getting fresh, now.

It's Mister T.

But I'm his neice. Or Unca Tee don't get no pie! I pity da foo' who prefer cake!

So speaketh me!

Ye Olde English Mr. T.

You know what this topic needs?

Kung-Fu Porn Stars.

Eh, sorry, lass. It is just that he is not very known where I live.

Allreet. Ahem: All hail Mister T!
*gets punched for stupidity*

Mister T doesn't have any political experiance!

Uh... right. So what? He should have?

Yes, yes he should.

Mr T for President of your United States.

What would he do as the President, in your opinion?

Pity Mexico.

Destroy Rocky Balboa.