Wildfire Riders

OMG WHAT JOE. WAT. WAT IS IT.

Tarq shush, don't hate just cause I get delicious espresso and you do not.

Chris I love you and I love Top Menu, should you make Top Menu dance the mathematical truth of the matter is that I could only do so exponentially MORE.

I just had like five espressos. Because it's my fuckin' weekend and I can. And I just wanted to say that I LOVE YOU GUYS. SO MUCH, LIKE, THIS MUCH:

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HEARTS FOR YOU

My coworkers are following Acts of Conviction loosely. One had suggestions for how to end it. I copy/paste for your amusement. I got this covered… Fells Backstabs %T Fells cast vanish Fells leaves the Stockades Fells /dance Wait wait wait……I forgot to add… Fells travels swiftly and quietly to Golds...

In Gmail, RE: Uthas getting an Authenticator. Shael: Now no one will hack his world takeover plots. me: ...dude that would be AMAZING. "...guys...the Plaguefather wants to sell me gold extra cheap..." Shael: No one would buy it. They all know better. "I don't understand." "...

Someone else can actually report the account. If Threnn reported the gbank fleeced *because of a compromised player,* then he's likely already where he needs to be. HAY GUYS, ANYONE CAN GET COMPROMISED. Spend $6.50 to make sure that you never have to be the subject of one of these posts. Seriously. ...

I CAN HAZ DEL?

The sixth, eleven twenty-two at night. It was late by the time Shael shuffled back to Stormwind. It was too late, too far to go back to their new home across the world, portals be damned. It wasn't until he reached the trade district that he realized he'd not set up a place to meet with his wayward...

The sixth of the month, 5:29 pm. The evening air in the Dwarven District hung heavy with smoke. Ash floated along on unseen drafts, creating brief swirls of dead snowflakes. It was by and large the perfect setting for a dramatic aquittal or omnious conviction, with feats of derring-do and heroics o...

Day three. The stockades were never silent. If it wasn't the shouting of prisoners, it was guards calling to one another. "Reynolds!" This call came from the fresh guard sauntering down the hall. His voice was clearer than the others; he wasn't bothering to wear his helmet. "Sarge wa...