WoW: Polaroids from Azeroth 3
My mother always told me you can tell the class of a place is from how many lines of laundry they have running out the windows. I think it's pretty obvious my escape didn't take me through the best areas.
While we were waiting for more guard support, I bet my friend 5 silver I could do this for at least 15 seconds. I won! :) Then he tried. He died. :(
Nothing like a big ol' attack to rattle up some skeletons in the closet. I bet you didn't know our city was one of the highest black market mummy-traffickers in the world. You probably didn't even know there was a demand for mummies on the black market. Neither did I.
Well, it happened. I got bit by a worgen inside a cellar. By the way -- to the person that told me to shake it off, and it was probably nothing? Go fuck yourself.
One good thing did come from this; her. Damn but we breed ourselves awesome here.
She let me borrow a dog for protection...it's probably the single ugliest thing I've ever seen, but I kind of like it. I've decided to name it ButtFace.
GET 'EM BOY!! (Sadly, ButtFace died.)
On the wings of despair sprouts hope though; I got a horse!
The horse didn't run very fast, though, and this is how the situation looked a few seconds later.
Annnnnd this is how it turned out. It doesn't look like I'm very good with animals, which is ironic since I'm supposed to be a Druid.
My god...the worgen have turned dapper! This made me so happy; doesn't he look great?
They look like they're auditioning for a play! This was right before the bitch in the middle attacked me.
I asked for some of the survivors to pose with me but none of them got very close. :(
So what, I have a crush.
Guess what happened with Sterwilson? Guess. Yep. Nothing.
So on the second military movement, the king didn't let me have another horse of my own. :( I guess word got back to him about the other one. And the dog. And those three chickens. Oh well, it's just as fun on the back. Whee!
