Also I’m actually okay with character death. I’m actuallly going to retire G here soon to go back to Horde. Got a couple things brewing that side.
You can’t leave the Alliance! Whatever happened to allies for life?!
There’s a treaty. We can hold hands. While grumbling. And maybe just a little too tightly.
You and I both know that holding hands with the Horde leads to nothing good.
Great, maybe. But nothing good.
Sorry but the Horde is full up on traitors at the moment. We can review your application in a few years.
I’ve always appreciated our banter, our back and forths. Sometimes though, I can’t help but wonder if you actually mean what you say however. It’s my anxiety for the most part, but my huge ego makes me think I’m usually right about most things.
they’re all my characters yeah
sorry for clogging up the queue
Sorry G, certainly didn’t mean it as anything more than a joke. I’ll cool it
No, it’s a game. I think it’s funny to argue stupid crap sometimes.
Wait, were you talking to me or him?
Not you. Our ceasefire is eternal.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, Tops. What the heck.
You can’t ban my free speech
I don’t want to. I want to ban speech that impedes on others freedoms. And I make the rules:
1.) if you wanna be my lover
2.) you gotta get with my friends
I’m just feeling saucey. I’m sure it will pass
Oh. Okay.
Also that line always confused me. Like. Do I need to hook up with all your friends first? Or maybe we could all just group up and save time? Is there a certain order? It just raises so many questions.
No hard feelings, I can take a punch or two. It’s when the joke continues is when I start to think I’m actually the punchline.
My outlook signatures disappeared, so I’m also in a rotten mood.
<Thwaps with a rolled up newspaper>
You’re too dead for this kind of talk, Rakham. Go to your room.
Also I’m posting on Sarestha again. My transition to Alliance lasted like 2 days. I missed my dumb dead eyes and tendency to wear ugly helmets. (Although I’m not wearing one atm so idk)
…Four words, Strong Troll’s Blood elixirs.
Over on the Moon Guard forums, they’ve got a thread where two elves dated. That could have been us. That could have been Battle for Azeroth.
I mean, what would be more twisted?
That Gwyneth isn’t Gwyneth, but one of the Undead Elves from Darkshore who donned the armor and took up the name, and is terrified of letting anyone know for fear of being accused of killing one of the Kaldoreis’ last surviving champions.
And somewhere out there is a partially-naked Gwyneth grumbling and forever looking around Darkshore for the 's
who stole her damn clothes.