WoW: Polaroids from Azeroth 5
Part 5 in a series of scavenged pictures and notes that describe the life of a woman called Jacquelle, who comes from a far off land.
On a happy note: I learned how to cook! This is kind of ill-timed, since I've started wanting all my steaks bloody and raw and have no interest in cooking anything. But I feel like I've accomplished something, anyway. I baked bread!
Yep, foxes like me. A lot. I'm glad this picture wasn't taken 30 seconds earlier.
Taking a little dip in the river; not quite as sexy as the first time, huh?
I had to get a shot of this, because it's probably the most bad ass fish I've ever seen. It looks like it was born to kill and eat and poop you out.
This rubber duckie held my interest for longer than I'm comfortable with. You'd understand if you played with one -- they go everywhere! And you never know when they are going to pop up! I got a little too enthusiastic at the end though, and the rubber duckie is no more.
So while the animal part of me is content taking a shit in the woods, the human part of me that doesn't streak around naked thinks this is a bad idea. So I go to the outhouse, and see this. There's still some guy in there, and judging from the crazed sobbing inside, I don't think he's opening the door anytime soon. This is the only outhouse I've seen, too. Woods it is. :(
I have NO idea what this is for, but I want one. VRRRRRRR!
Before I got here, both gingerbread cookies had smiles. And all their appendages. Glad I still have my sweet tooth.
About time there's a half naked guy around! He gave me the cold shoulder though :(
Guess which grave was the discount special? Poor schmuck.
So half-naked man asked me to gather up these barrels of gunpowder and throw them onto these guys' heads. The best part?
THIS. I was clearing goo out of my camera for hours after that, but damn was it worth it!
I drank four bottles of this stuff and barely felt it. Once I get out of here, I'm going to see exactly how plastered I can get with my new constitution. At least I won't have to worry about getting felt up when I'm passed out on the street.
This is seriously my life since joining the militia. Look at me! Despite the embarrassing itching, I actually think I like this better than my old life.
Until I realize that catapult was meant to throw me. Life was better before. :(
I always wanted to be a ship captain. :)
So the captain was passed out on the ground, and I managed to get this compromising shot of him...I'm thinking about it sending it to his wife. My boss wanted me to kill him, but I think this is a lot funnier.
SECOND CATAPULT WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THIS AGAIN?!
And I missed the boat. The only thing worse than a dog being shot through the air towards is a ship is a dog being shot through the air towards a ship, missing, and then swimming back all wet and disgusting. And yes, I sat there on the shore on all fours and shook it out. I'm not proud of it. :(
I did learn how to tailor clothes, though. The first thing I did was make this white shirt, which I think adds an air of respectability to me. I'm like a feral banker!
