A Passive-Aggressive Letter to Thrall

Dear Thrall,

Oh, no, it's okay, really.  I didn't need any help with that elite level 90 Kor'Kron guard.  Sure, you can stand there and express your disappointment in Garrosh some more while Doomhammer hangs uselessly on your back.  No, really, this isn't a bad time for you to tell me all about your special friendship with Vol'jin.

What's that?  Um, sure, I guess I can go handle the Kor'Kron who are holding the island under martial law.  You want me to go kill them all by myself?  Oh, why the hell not?  I mean, you said you'll wait for me before we go take out the general overseeing the occupation.

Oh.  I see.  No, no, it's fine.  Those two minions, the doomguard, and the elite boss?  Yeah, sure, I've got it. You keep standing over there polishing Doomhammer.  I'd hate to see you, I don't know, crack one of your beads or, heavens forbid, a tusk.  Aggra might think you a lesser orc.  Do you think, maybe, like when we fought Benedictus together you could throw a heal or two my way?  No?  Ah, yeah, I'll just use my healthstones here, I mean good thing I'm not a mage or hunter or anything.

Yes, yes, reassure the trolls that we're looking out for them even though I'm pretty sure I was the one bashing some Kor'Kron skulls in.

Fine, I'll go back and make nice with Garrosh and pretend this never happened.  Whatever you say, Thrall.

Jerk.

With Flagging Admiration,

Folami

(In case it's not obvious, I've been doing the Domination Point dailies and yesterday I helped out Vol'jin by going to warn Thrall of what Garrosh is doing.  Thrall was...not so helpful.  It's okay though, I really could handle it by myself, on my Warlock at least.)

When Bears (Druids) Fly

Alternate title for this post: "Unidentified Flying Bear Butts"

Saturday, my copy of Tides of War arrived, and as I just faction changed my worgen hunter into a troll hunter, I thought I'd take the opportunity to celebrate by killing two birds with one stone.  I sat my blue-skinned troll butt down in Hyjal and camped Magria while I read the opening chapters of the newest World of Warcraft book.

Nearly three hours later, there'd been no spirit cat or, alas, a spirit owl, but as I took a break from reading, I panned my camera around and spotted something strange.

"No, that isn't...it can't be."  I hopped on my mount and flew over toward the Sanctuary of Malorne, and sure enough...

ME: (in guild chat) "There's a bear flying around Hyjal."
GUILDIE: "You're drunk."
ME: "No, I'm serious!  I'm flying around following a bear that's flying through the air."
GUILDIE: "I still say you're drunk."
ME: "Look, I may be sitting out here naked, and I understand that may look bad concerning my sanity and/or sobriety, but there is a bear flying around the Sanctuary of Malorne.  And now his friends have joined him."
GUILDIE: "Riiiiight.  Whatever you say."

I can only imagine this was followed by a whisper to an officer along the lines of, "Say what are the rules regarding members who have hallucinations?"  But look, I have photographic evidence:

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That's an NPC whose name I didn't think to write down, and after "swimming" in the air for a bit, he was joined by some friends.

So after that amusing incident, I looked at the clock and realized I'd been camping Magria for about three to three and-a-half hours, and I was getting tired of reading.  I told myself ten more minutes and then I was going to go kill Kael'thas for fun and a possible mount.  Not two minutes later, I nearly jumped out of my seat when my trusty _NPCScan went off.

I was so excited, I didn't even re-equip my armor before taking pictures. 

"When dey said, 'When bears fly,' I didn' tink it was literal."

This is a Silly Post

ME: "I've decided to switch to Affliction Spec, and with Glyph of Verdant Spheres I get to have green balls floating around my head instead of purple shards."

FRIEND: "Kael'Thas called.  He wants his balls back."

ME: "NEVAR!"

He'll probably just view this as a minor setback anyway.

In other news, I played around with Affliction Spec tonight, and I think I'm going to stick with it even though I feel guilty every time I use Grimoire of Sacrifice and kill my demon.  The power...oh man, the POWAH!

Okay, no more WoW pop-culture references in this post, I promise.