Sometimes I look back at my writing and just wonder if I'm getting too carried away sometimes. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop writing these late at night...
So I really like the Tuskarr. In all honesty they were one my favorite additions to WoW when Wrath dropped. I know the Etherals were the cool thing back in tbc, but to be honest, I could kinda care less about them. I had no problem killing those bastards and farming them. Now I was having a good time with the Tuskarr until I came across a little section of the Dragonblight that happened to have some hostile Tuskarr. Panic struck my mind. Was I gonna have to kill these gentle roly polies? I despreately hoped that I would have to do some quest that would get them on my side and not result in a butchering of these oversized baby seals. Sigh, no luck. Because Malygos, the blue bastard, had to go and start shit, I had to commit a genocide on par with gassing a puppy.
Oh its on now you rat bastard. I'm coming to your little raid instance and I'm gonna lay the smack down on your ass for all those poor little tuskarr and hell is coming with me!
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Throughout the day I'll say to myself "I sure hope no one snaps my neck today" as well.
Great, thanks to you i'm going to feel like i'm killing Wilford Brimley all day.
I loled :)
Youre gettint better and better!
None of that except the "I sure hope no one snaps my neck today" was funny.
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