A/N: WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-
Ahem. Hi. Yeah, this idea has been floating around in my head for...a couple weeks, I guess. XD I dunno if there are other stories like this one out there, but this is one story I'm writing for my own amusement, ahahaha.
Obviously this is somewhat AU, so here's the stuff you'll need to know:
Roy Mustang is Fuhrer.
Edward Elric is a Colonel.
Al has his body back.
At the moment, I've decided that Hughes will probably be alive.
They have computers. Obviously. XD
Normally I wouldn't like so many plot holes in a setting, but like I said, this is for my own amusement.
Also, I'll be trying to keep as much "chatroom format" text out of this story as I can. Obviously there will probably be times where I have to include it, but...yeah.
Yes, Ed and the gang play Alliance. Not because they're stereotypical "good guys." I like both Alliance and Horde, and it took me a long time to figure out what to make everyone. xD
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Fullmetal Alchemist nor World of Warcraft.
Chapter 1: Recruit-A-Friend
It was another quiet day in Central Headquarters. Fuhrer Mustang sighed heavily as his pen dashed along the paper, signing his name for the thousandth time that day.
"There. Finally done." He placed the paper on his completed stack and grinned rather stupidly at the other corner of his desk, where the paperwork that still needed to be completed usually sat. Today, the corner was empty. Roy had finally caught up with all of his paperwork. Not only caught up, but also got ahead and finished every single piece of paperwork.
It was a miracle. It was wonderful. To have no more paperwork. He was free. He could do whatever he wanted...!
...he had absolutely nothing to do.
A soft sound and an alert on his laptop screen showed that Roy had received an email. Lazily, he dragged his mouse across the screen to check the mail. Glancing at the sender, he mused quietly to himself, "Hm, wonder what Fullmetal wants?"
The email read:
Fuhrer Bastard—I mean Roy Mustang,
Hey! How come you haven't promoted me to your office yet? Do you hate me that much? Because I hate having my own office. It SUCKS!
But anyways, I didn't email you to complain about that (this time). You should be receiving a little gift from me soon. It's this badass game I've gotten into playing recently (since you haven't been sending me on any missions lately) called "World of Warcraft" (as well as the expansion packs "Burning Crusade" and "Wrath of the Lich King"). Al and Winry play, too. Give it a try! You should have received another email in addition to this one, a "Recruit-a-Friend" from Blizzard Entertainment. It'll benefit both of us, and make stuff easier for you as a new member.
I've conveniently given you links to some websites that'll explain the basics of the game and such for you at the end of the email. Check them out if you want, but I'll help you out, too. But you'd better make a Draenei, 'cause Draenei are badass. You could make a mage! Specialize in fire! Haha. You pyromaniac.
I'm coming up to your office later, okay? After I finish all this damn paperwork. Just a warning, the installation might take a long time.
See you soon.
P.S. Paperwork blows. Why'd you make me a Colonel, dammit.
P.P.S. I know you're probably thinking it's all really stupid, but I swear to you it's fun. Please, please, please join? (We need another dps!) I'll, um...I'll give you in-game gold and buy you bags and stuff!
(-links to several WoW sites here-)
Roy opened the second email, which was from the company that produced the game, Blizzard Entertainment, informing him that he'd been invited to join World of Warcraft through the Recruit-a-Friend program by one Edward Elric. He only had time to "Hmmm" to himself thoughtfully before there was a knock on his door.
"Enter!" he called, sensing that he knew who it was, and why they had come.
As he suspected, it was Riza Hawkeye. She strode over to his desk with a parcel in her hands. "I have a delivery for you from Edward," she said.
"Thank you, General," Roy replied, taking the package. "Will you take this paperwork?" he asked, indicating his completed stack of papers.
"Of course," she answered, obviously pleased that the Fuhrer had actually managed to complete all of his paperwork. She took the mound of papers into her arms and left.
Roy returned his attention to the package in his hands. He tore the plain brown packing paper open to reveal three boxes—World of Warcraft, Burning Crusade, and Wrath of the Lich King.
He looked over each one, reading the text covering the boxes. He had to admit that his curiosity was peaked. "Well," he told himself. "It couldn't hurt to give it a go. I can always delete it later." With that thought in mind, he slipped the first CD into his laptop to begin the long installation process.
A/N: Currently, this story is tentatively set as an ongoing drabble/oneshot series about their ~*adventures*~ in the World...of Warcraft. Plot? What plot?