So, here I was, chilling in Elysian Hold, being all Dark Iron Dwarfy, minding my own business. Objectifying the cute training dummies. Considering whether I would go grab an ale with my best friend’s wife’s beard… when all of a sudden a disturbing pointy earred shadow looms over my shoulder, blotting out all that is good in the world.
“Get out of my way gnome” says the shadow from behind me. I turn and look up into the depraved eyes of a night elf!
Thinking I’m standing on a gnome without realising it, they’re small enough to cover completely, even as a DID, I ran around in a circle. But nothing was revealed.
I looked carefully around for any faint gnomy tracks. Or their droppings. Nothing!
Then I realised this night elf was talking to me!
ME! A DARK IRON DWARF!
Do we all look the same to you? Please help me stamp out this kind of thing. Nobody needs to put up with this. I need new pants too, if anyone can help…
