Every day, I wake up and choose chaos. I didn’t die just to bow to a man who calls himself the King of Stormwind. #NOTMYKING. His crown holds no weight over me, no authority touches my frostbitten soul. I didn’t elect him, I didn’t kneel before him, and I sure as the Nine Hells won’t start now.
I was dead once—died fighting for a kingdom that didn’t even send flowers to my grave. And when I rose my tulips again again, wreathed in icy vengeance, this “king” had already moved on, lining his pockets with taxes from farmers and throwing galas while citizens starve. How convenient for him that my PMC, eGirl4Rent, operates in the shadows, poking holes in his perfect royal tapestry. Every political scandal? Every rumor of dissent? That’s me. That’s us. Come And Take It. You can thank the Frostmourne-shaped chip on my shoulder.
Stormwind needs a reckoning. This isn’t an “all hail the king” moment—this is a “rise up, break the chains, and reclaim your destiny” moment. I walk through these hallowed halls, and I see only corruption. Didn’t we have dragon problem and not they walk the streets. Blue Cheese. I hear whispers in the court that even the nobles can’t keep straight. The royal family clings to power like a Light-obsessed paladin to their false hope.
Every morning, I wake up a meme. A psycho. A Death Knight icon with cat eyeliner sharp enough to cut through the king’s lies. If anyone asks why I’m not bowing, my answer is simple: “I was dead. What’s your excuse?”
This kingdom doesn’t need a monarch. It needs a reckoning. It needs me. Jade Ann Byrne 2024 was just the pilot test.