Dear diary, there were a lot of noises outside of my den, me being grumpy in the morning and want the peace and quiet to only hear the singing bears outside. I grab my club, ready to scare the noise makers away quickly.
By my surprise, when i found my next club victims, they were doing a strange behavior that i never seen before as a basic human male hunter. They were doing a big line, holding each other waist with some happy feet mouvement while yelling “Conga line”.
It got me really intrigue, they were having fun and i want to be part of that, to be like those cool kids and get a good reputation. I join them, i get behind the line and put my two smooth skin human hands on the human lady waist in front of me and copy the group mouvement. It was really great, the feels of being part of something nice you know.
I sense some big blue hands holding my waist, i gasp upon seeing such hands on my skin. I turn around and there was a big blue russian goat man behind me, i look at his outfit and he wasnt in his underwears, i calm down, knowing that he aint from goldshire. More join in, the line start of becoming really bloody long, we conga all around of Stormwind until we finish at the Pig and Whistle inn were we drink as thirsty kings.
I remember spending a lot of time with that goat guy, he was quite funny to listen with his accent. We play chess, some checkers, domino and even hide and seek. The goat guy never found me, I was quite the champion in that game and i kinda lost myself in the inn. I think i did stuff with some druids and some ladies too, but the rest is drunk blur at this point.
I manage to get back to my hideout somehow and sleep in my bed made of muddy leaves.
Thank you for reading my diary and have a good day
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