Anyway, I'm a Warcraft (yes, World of Warcraft player here) lore buff. So, I say give me a piece of lore and I will do my best to write about it. Its a challenge, if you will, to keep me on my toes.
That about wraps it up.
Peace
~Doubtless Lemon


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It was a small room. Not really small, but the kind of small room you would not want to host a dance party in. However, it was definitely too large to play golf in well, too large if you were approximately the size of an ant. At the moment, neither golf nor dancing was going on in this room, but rather it was occupied with a long table with many chairs around it. In some of these chairs sat person's who would rather be somewhere else, and it was not as if anyone was keeping them there. They simply had nowhere to go. The small roo


Fanging the ShadowsIchorid wiped his mouth of his latest meal. The disemboweled form before him barely looked like the human it once was. His apprentice grimaced upon seeing the mess. The undead sighed at the young blood elf and turned to him. The elf's pale skin was covered in ragged and worn clothing. His soft brown hair that went down his back was matted with dirt and grime from not bathing in days. The usual bright green glow in his eyes was faded and tired. These living kinds fatigue far too easily, Ichorid thought to himself. "Listen Yawgmoth, you chose to follow me around. Fanging the Shadows
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Frank: 'Has goldfinger ever seen any mooses?.'
Mikey: 'That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi.'
Gerard: 'Fuck off, it's meese.'
PirateTucker: *shaking head in a corner*
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