Gank Frank - Chapter 3

[Fenrix]

GANK FRANK
Written by Fenrix
Screenshots taken by Fenrix
Loosely based on Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill






Chapter 1: 11 (elite)
Chapter 2: Blood-Covered Gnome
Chapter 3: Showdown at the Pig and Whistle Tavern
Chapter 4: The Lonely Grave of Eliza Schultz
Chapter 5: The Tough Teachings of Noodlepuss
Chapter 6: Otto and I
Chapter 7: Final Showdown








Before my master left this world, he spoke to me of a very skilled Gnome; A Gnome of incredible skill and talent in the exquisite art of fashioning the finest Gnomish steel into weapons. Legend has it, he was the best in the world at what he did. That is, until he mysteriously disappeared twenty years ago. My Gnomish intuition thought otherwise.

"Hello! You...are...from?" he asks.

"I'm from Ironforge,” I reply.

"Ah! Gnome from Ironforge! Welcome! Welcome! Please, please, come in, sit down!"




The bar was simple, decorated with a few pictures and general Gnomish household accessories here and there. The owner had converted the main area into a bar. Various machines of various sizes doing various things clinked and clanked around in the background. Somehow, it all came together as a peaceful white noise that put the senses at ease.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"A [Thistle Tea] would be great."

"SB-481!!! Get out here and fetch this fine Gnome some [Thistle Tea]!!!"

"ERROR: Does not compute!" the robot spat out.




"Listen here, you Bucket of Bolts! The Gnome says he wanted some Thistle Tea, so get him some damn Tea!"

"ERROR: I do not accept commands from lesser units. Please stand by."

"Lesser units? I made you, and I can break you just as easily!!!"

"ERROR: Does not compute! *BEEP* This is the Holdout Force. *BEEP* *BOOP* I am now the rank of General."

"You think you're a General, huh?! Well if this was the Holdout Force, I'd be the King of Gnomeregan! And you know what? I'd still make you fetch Thistle Tea! So shut the hell up and fetch this Gnome some Thistle Tea, does that compute?!"

"ERROR: *BEEP* *BOOP* Does not compute."




KA-KLUNK! BEE-BOOP.

"Objective changed. Extraction of [Thistle Tea], confirmed. Engage!"

"Anywho...what brings you out to these parts?" he calmly asked.

"I came here to meet a Gnome," I simply replied.

"You came here to meet someone? Someone In Gnomeregan? Surely he must be crazy! Who is he, if I may ask...?"




"Gnom-torri.....Han-zo..."

He instantly froze. The Servo-Bot in the back room, fetching my [Thistle Tea] sputtered and let off a few alarming beeps. The Gnome dropped his knife and the Sushi fell on to the floor. I suddenly had his full, undivided attention.




"[Gnomish] What do you want with Gnometorri Hanzo?"

"[Gnomish] I need Gnomish Steel."

"[Gnomish] And why is it that you seek such a weapon?"

"[Gnomish] I have noobies to gank."

"[Gnomish] You must have big noobs if you need Gnometorri Hanzo steel..."




"[Gnomish] Huge."



Several days later…





"What I have done is broken a promise to myself. Something I would never do again. I have created a Bind on Equip item that 'ganks people.' However, we have similar interests and I cannot help but aid you in your quest for Gnomish vengeance..."

"I can tell you with no pomposity that this is the greatest sword I have ever made..."




"Hold firm, this Bind on Equip sword I have created for you, little one. And on your great journey, should you encounter Murlocs, Gnolls, Ogres..."

"...or even the Great Baba himself -- "



"--Even Baba will be cut."

"Take care, my friend...and tread lightly."



Several days later…





The Stormwind nightlife teemed with activity and motion. The soft warm glow of the many taverns, shops and street lamps created a kaleidoscope of colors and lights. Somewhere ahead in the distance my enemy sat oblivious; oblivious to my plan that was coming to fruition. Edwin VanCleef and his powerful posse, the Defias Brotherhood, had killed me several times before when I was a much lower level...but tonight I sought a little bit of closure in the matter.









I wait for them to get settled in. I see the waiters and waitresses scramble up and down the steps in a busied frenzy, attempting to appease VanCleef and his posse. Not too soon thereafter, I see an old friend walk down the steps…




The person walking down the stairs and dressed like he's some kind of monk is VanCleef's personal lawyer and finger-man in the Stormwind Nobility, Lord Gregor Lescovar. He was there that fateful day, I remember quite distinctly...


**ENTER...FLASHBACK MODE!!!**



“Oooof!”



I already had unfinished business to attend to, but there was still a loose end I had to tie up with my old friend Lescovar. The choice was clear, two birds with one stone.

…or one Gnome, in this case.

**EXIT...FLASHBACK MODE!!!**




"Hey, waiter - I want three [Homemade Cherry Pie]'s, now!!!"

"I'm very sorry, we don't serve that here!"

"Fetch us those damn pies, old man!!! I like pie."

Just then, like a bellowing roar of a tiger through the jungle...

"--EDWIN VANCLEEF!"

The music came to a screeching halt.

"YOU AND I HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS!"
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Gank Frank - A Raging Rumble of Retribution...

[Fenrix]

I wait for the perfect moment to reveal myself in front of VanCleef. I step to the side from behind Lescovar in plain view, instantly feeling the gaze of my enemies upon me. VanCleef nearly chokes, and others fidget with uncertainty. The tension in the air is nearly palpable…




"No, it can't be...F [BEEP] ix..."




I decide I should let him know I wasn’t here to play around.

*KSHNK!* *GSSHHHHHHH!*




The numerous tavern patrons rushed around me like a swarm of insects, dashing for the exit. I didn’t want anyone getting in my way. VanCleef had seen enough. He shouts at his bodyguards.



"Kill that little bastard!"





*SSSSHINK! SHNK! KA-SHINK! SHNK!*

But they don’t last very long.




"Bo-Bo, right?"

"Bingo...and you are The Exalted One."

"Our reputations precede us."

"Zug zug."

"Bo-Bo, I know you feel you must honor your master...but I /beg you, walk away..."

"LOK'TAR! You call that a /beg?!? I'll show you how to /beg..."




That's quite a large axe. I didn't doubt his skill for one second.

The battle rages on for several minutes. He is indeed a strong adversary, very skilled in methods of using his weapon effectively…perhaps a little too skilled. With enough Rage built up, he Disarmed me. My sword, created by the Master Swordsmith Gnometorri Hanzo, now lay helpless on the floor like a fish out of water. In the scramble and confusion he Hamstrung me. I limp about, slow and defenseless…and if I didn't play my cards right, would come face to face with Bo-Bo's exotic weapon. I break off part of the table and try to make something of the situation.




I stand, defiantly, refusing to yield. He moves with purpose, tightly gripping his weapon, his intentions clear. Our weapons lock, and we are brought within inches from each other. My instrument, a plank of wood with a nail sticking out of it, is all that is holding back 250 lbs of Orc from crushing me. Slowly I am slowly forced down on to the table. Even his shadow looming overhead seems to smother me, a fleeting glimpse of what is to come…then, suddenly, an idea comes to mind: a way out of the situation.

I activate my Escape Artist…

His axe falls limp and gets stuck in the table…

I quickly maneuver to the side…

And faster than you can say lickity split…




He falls. Certainly not practical, but it gets the job done. I pick up my Hanzo Sword on the ground, and move on to the reason why I’m here: VanCleef.




I heard the rumbling of a crowd growing outside, growing closer and closer every second like a stampede of angry Kodo. I knew who each and every one of them was, why they were coming, and who they were after. But I needed to hear it from VanCleef.

"...Let me take a guess as to who that is."

"You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?"

"You know, for a second there...lawl, yeah -- I kinda did."




"O rly?"




"Ya, rly."




"No wai..."




Like a black flood, an army of angry ninjas swarm the tavern floor. They quickly encircle me, cutting off any and all escape routes. I was here to stay, until it was finished, until it was all done.




Quickly and firmly, I bring my sword to and they recoil with anticipation. I think they get the picture...I slowly begin to count the enemies in my head.




I am poised, I am ready, and I wait for the perfect moment to make my move.

Then…

…it happens.




*SPURT! SPURT! GSSHHHHHH!!!*




*SHHHNK!*








*BLUCK!*

In the heat of battle, everything went black and white. It didn’t matter who or what, I just began slashing…




Then, I catch something out of the corner of my eye…




*WHOOSH!*




…Literally. I didn’t want it, so I gave it back.










I see VanCleef make a quiet exit out the back, from a secret revolving door. I can't let him escape. Not now. I've come so far...I had to catch him. He and his cronies had managed to kill me many times before, when I was a much lower level...but not this time. This time, it’s personal.




I decide to make a dash for him...




In a blood-filled frenzy, I carve my way through the Defias Bandits. I swing with precision and place my steps carefully through the blood-drenched floors and random body parts that now litter the tavern floor. The Defias anticipate my move, and try to stop my advance.



I’m completely surrounded. I manage to steal a sword from one of the bodies on the floor, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m surrounded by dozens of angry ninjas. I close my eyes, and the words of an old friend calmly play through my head.

"Revenge," the Great Gnome said, "...is like a forest."

I clutch my swords tight.

"...And like a forest..."

I smile.

"...it is easy to lose your way."

I open my eyes. I am not lost. I am right where I need to be.














At the climax of my heated rampage, my mind reverts back to its normal state. I suddenly see the result of everything that just happened by my hand. I stand triumphantly over the bloody mess with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"For those of you lucky enough to still have some HP...leave. Consider yourselves lucky. And for those of you who have lost your item durability, and/or other various limbs...leave them…"

"For they belong to me now..."

“…EXCEPT YOU, LESCOVAR! You stay right where you are…”

I leave quietly, with many things weighing heavily on my mind; not for the many ninjas I have just massacred, but for the true purpose of why I am here. I think about how much I am going to make VanCleef pay. I flip a switch on the wall, which opens a door to a secret garden in which VanCleef is waiting patiently, almost half-expecting me.



"Your instrument is quite impressive...where was it made?" he asks.

"Gnomeregan," I reply.

"And who, may I ask, in Gnomeregan -- made you this fine sword?"

"This is a Hanzo Sword."



"...YOU LIE!"

I calmly shake my head and link him the item to him.



"Well...as you already know, swords never get tuckered out...But Gnomes do... I hope you saved your cooldowns, because you might not even last 30 seconds."

I gather what strength I have left within my body and prepare to make my stand. He makes the first move.



We exchange blows. I am weary and bloodied, but something inside forces me to fight onwards. We fight in a flurry of steel and slashes, with such tenacity and vigor that it seems to shake the very ground we walk upon…

*HI-YAH!*







*URGH!*

He scores a hit on me, drawing a red line down my back. The blood is thick, but warm…almost to comfort me from the nagging cold that surrounds me. But the pain soon follows, and I am brought back to reality. I try to gather myself.

He rushes at me, determined and eager, but my sword is swift and my aim is true. I maneuver to the side, and my Hanzo Sword grazes through him and crits him. A piece of him flutters through the air like a leaf in the Autumn wind...




*VWOOOSH!*



He immediately goes limp, his knees hit the ground, and his lips utter the undeniable truth.

"That...really is...Gnometorri Hanzo steel..."

He falls to the ground, scalped and lifeless. I collapse behind him. I did it…the Defias Brotherhood is no more, and the Stormwind crime syndicate is now leaderless. Then I remember my one loose end, Lescovar. I stumble back inside to find him helpless and bleeding on the floor. I throw him over my Mechanostrider and head somewhere where we won’t be bothered…




I politely tell him he can keep his wicked life for two reasons. One: to tell Frank, in person, everything he saw happen there that very night at the hand of one angry Gnome. I want him to witness the extent of my mercy, or lack thereof, by witnessing his deformed body. And second: I want them ALL to know, they’ll all soon be as dead as VanCleef.




“There, there, old friend…can you guess why he left you alive?”

“Guessing won’t be necessary…he wanted me to inform you. He said I could keep my wicked life for two reasons.”

"And what was that?”

"To show the extent of his mercy by leaving me with one arm…and…to tell you, in person, everything that ensued.”

"…I see…Tell me, Lescovar…"

"…does he know that his pig, Mr. Wiggles, is still alive?”










Stay tuned for Chapter 4.
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Gank Frank - A Raging Rumble of Retribution...

[Fenrix]

This one's big! Over 60 images, all done from scratch!!!

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I love reading comments! Please leave them!!!

ENJOY!!!


-Fen
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[Yzzabella]

First! And Fen...you are a god!!

Love, Yzzy

[Nulap]

Amazing!
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[Ogok]

fucking incredible
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[Drazida]

SAVE MR WIGGLES PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ


oh, and


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/kneel
/salute
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awesome fen. have you thought about using a little poetic license and not making the story exactly like the movie? Its very awesome, but varying some stuff up might add some more suspense. Like nothing major, but maybe how u killed van cleef, i dunno.

but still....zomg

[Ogok]

he did change it.. he asked for a THISTLE TEA
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[Fenrix]

Thanks for the comments, keep them coming!

The reason that I kept close to the movie in this one is because THIS IS what people think about when they think Kill Bill, the yellow jumpsuit, excessive amounts of blood, and fighting a horde of bad guys. I spent a lot of time on this, as I hope the 60+ images made from scrap will attest to. I wanted it to be done the right way.

However, it is not an exact retelling of the movie. Most of the themes have been adapted from the WoW universe, but if you pay close attention to detail...for instance: No "boss" Defias bandit fight, several fight sequences left out of the actual tavern fight, no scene where Hanzo shows me a collection of swords, no fight sequence in the dark, no "young" Defias that I take mercy upon, no snow in the final boss fight, etc, etc...and many, many, many points of dialogue were altered or left out entirely.


-Fen
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[Lawtram]

awesome just plain awesome
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[Xarok]

Wow!

Having seen the movie 6-7 times, it's easy to see which picture represents which scene... there's obviously lots of work involved! This is by FAR the best "fan art" I've seen!!

Nicely done, Fenrix! Someone ought to show this to Tarantino
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[Yummylove]

Amazing as always Fenrix! Amazing!
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Slow down and enjoy life!

[Kagaron]

badass man, simply badass having seen some of these come together I can say that the work put in definetly reflects how awesome the end product is man.

can't wait for chapter 4 now

[Bakstabba]

I love it!

Good job, Fen.

~Stabby
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[Addioson]

i agree with everyone simply amazing
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