Sunday nights are always a bust. No one gets on wow, and the people that do are too lazy/lethargic to do anything. I spent most of my day farming welps/not giving a shit with a fellow guildie. He eventually got offline though, I'm not sure if he ended up drinking too much or having a Guns N' Roses overdose or WHAT.
I saw the news about the shattering apparently happening this Tuesday (TO-FUCKING-MORROW) and I freaked, got back in game and demanded someone run ZG with me.
I wanted one last shot that damn tiger mount before I let my hopes and dreams of a cat mount go spiraling into the dark deep abyss of never.
didn't get it.
FUCK THIS GAME.
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