Warcraft.ii.remastered.plus.7.trainer-playmagic...

His lumber mill overflowed with gold. His grunts waded through footmen like a scythe through wheat. He was laughing, actually laughing, as a single ogre-mage with no cooldown on Bloodlust tore down an enemy castle in seconds. It was glorious.

He yanked the power cord. The monitor went dark. Silence. He sat there, heart hammering, for five full minutes. Warcraft.II.Remastered.Plus.7.Trainer-PLAYMAGiC...

Then the chat log flickered. Not the in-game AI taunts. Something new. His lumber mill overflowed with gold

Then he saw it.