A small war drum pounds softly in the distance, a-rat-a-tat…a-rat-a-tat, vaguely reminding you of that strange, unfamiliar noise of your parent’s bedpost slamming against your bedroom wall in the middle of the night.
The sound however, is irrelevant, why would you be thinking about such things? Are you some form of deviant? When you should be concentrating on this post. Eager to mentally dip into my delicious sentences.
Classic is upon us, I am requesting the pure breeds…the valorous…the men (& women) who don’t mind getting their chain mail undergarments slightly sweaty with heroic acts & dirty deeds, to stand up and heed the reedy pipe of battle.
If you cannot stand up, then perhaps we can arrange some form of pulley device and sellotape weapons to your wasted limbs, like a little weird manikin, but that is irrelevant.
I liked BFA, I really did, all the 4 levels that I did in 5 months. but I soon got burnt out, climbing that pyramid, that overly large and complex pyramid, that frustrating pyramid, designed by Beezlebub to cause havoc and madness, that &^& pyramid.
Anyway, that is irrelevant.
Remember the good old days? Those youthful days, glorious days, when we used to absolutely loathe each other? WE CAN DO IT AGAIN. Collectively, together.
Blizzard is reopening the meat circus and we’re all invited.
Harryrotter#2343 - Give me a shout sometime if you want to join the most funky, happening Classic server around.
P.S Destinite, I always secretly fancied you. Stop being a limp wristed boy scout and join Classic. Think of the possibilities.