Corn is the best. Candy corn is a cruel imitation.
So yesterday I had some candy corn with honey in it, and it was slightly better.
However, sour skittles still reign supreme as the best candy in many categories. Best sour punch. Best love hate relationship. Best tongue annihilator, best teeth ruiner.
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In recent days, The Southfury Watch has repelled intermittent attacks on the Barrens by those loyal to the traitor queen who believed they would find easy prey in Kalimdorâs heartland.
Attempts have been made to poison the oasis, kidnap farmers, and even rob graveyards. None have been fruitful.
The Southfury Watch stands strong against these loathsome pests. We protect the Barrens as we always have.
If you wish to serve your duty to the people of the Horde, come to the Crossroads and be judged. But understand that this work is not easy.
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The time has come to defend the Barrens!
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commences funding to have Zanda ships make supply drop runs to Ratchet to help Horde defenders
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The Soup Tree must be defended!
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The Argents do not have a permit. Could they please remove their stall within three business days.
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The Barrens is under siege from an immense force which threatens to swallow the land whole.
More able bodies are needed as the Southfury Watch looks to its defense of the Barrens. Seek us out, and help to defend our homeland!
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For any punk zombies who try to mess up soup night, know that the soup is delicious and will melt your zombie heart with love and care.
Also we will murder you.
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The troll hummed under her breath, her hip on the shipâs rail and her leg dangling over the edge. The Brightsky was laden and sat low in the Southfury Riverâs water, full of supplies to trade in the Watchâs name in Orgrimmar, so her toes dipped in the river with each swing, cooled and soothed and playful. She watched the last tile of the towerâs roof at Far Watch sinking over the horizon to the south and listened to the slap of the water against the boatâs hull, feeling relaxed and slightly sleepy.
Until that slap of the water turned wrong. Silaxa sat straighter, her brow furrowing.
Alarmed, she yanked her ankle back just before a rotting, dripping hand surged out of the depths to attempt to snag it. The boney claws sank into pale wood, instead, dragging a horrific body up behind them. The ghoul was a drowned orc, dead-eyed and blue-tinged and awful, skull showing where half of its face had been nibbled fleshless by toothless mouths.
Silaxa tumbled back from the railing to the deck with a yelp and scrambled back to her feet. The sound beneath her perch turned into a chorus of matching grunts and moans all around her, and she spun as she yanked her weapons off her belt. More clawed hands grasped their way over the Brightskyâs railing in all directions, and the shaman grimaced.
âDa fel-?! Whatevah ya tâinkinâ,â she growled, shoving her surprise and fear back behind her anger, âya rottahs gonna need ta be tâinkinâ it a second time.â
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We unfortunately must announce that, to contain the plague and zombie uprising, we will be destroying all bridges into the Barrens.
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I see how it is.
No more zombies to kill and all of you take off like what we had meant nothing.
I get it.
Iâm not hurt.
Iâm not crying, youâre crying.
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Feels so strange, seeing my old friends in Revendreth again.
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Can the Vulpera who left their campsite on top of the Crossroads mailbox please remove it by the end of the day? Otherwise weâre throwing it in the dumpster.
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It would be kind of funny if the tents were persistent and then blizzard goes âhey you wanted player housing!â
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Where are yall hanging your stockings?
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Where else, but the soup treeâs bountiful branches?
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Announcement: I am thrilled to announce that we are now accepting Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, and Goblins!
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Wow! Breaking the mold with this daring new approach.