Normality resumes

So it was then that the festivities of this last weekend drew to a close. The fearless band of intrepid imbibers have drained the EU surplus lager lake dry and must now wait for it to refill before meeting once more. Even though I "see" these people day after day in game, there's nothing that can replace meeting in person, having more drink than your Doctor would reccommend as being healthy and talking until 6 in the morning about absolutely anything that pops into your head. Then when it was time to go our separate ways, I went home a happy person once more.

As fearful of the possibility that I may have had to lead a raid was, it could not diminish the feeling that I was in the right place. I will admit that for a while I have been evaluating whether this game was for me anymore, but after getting 10 like minded individuals to go through Karazhan with once more and taking the Maiden and the beast boss down with a minimum of effort, I was still happy (though this may have had more to do with Rugan turning up and taking over).

I'd like to end now as I can see that several of you have tears in your eyes (whether from being moved by this or trying to refrain from vomiting remains to be seen) by saying that it's not the game that is special, it's the people you play the game with that make it special (or in certain cases speshul).

OK, done with the mushy stuff now. To bring levels of testosterone back to the accepted standards, I'd like to share a picture with you of a fellow lady bloggers furry kebab...




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