Well, we all know Blizzard's got a soft spot for nacho chips and absinthe (In fact, this plot goes farther back than most suspect, with my seduction of Blizzard at E3 a few years ago. I was to discover Blizzard's only true weakness.) So of course I used my devious mind and charming demeanor to lure him away from his computer long enough for you hack the root key of the website and gain access to the servers. At that point you sent me a text message signaling me to act. With Blizzard inebriated he wasn't in his most aware state, and I slipped some roofies into his next shot. He was on the floor in seconds flat.
This afforded us enough time to hide him in a closet somewhere while we finished our glorious conversion. Knowing he would escape, we removed his powers and stripped them from all of those who opposed us.