W.O.W
No this post is not about me, and its not about Women of Wrestling(because that would be too cool). This is about a silent protest in hopes that a dearly departed friend will be resurrected.
Over the past few months a close friend of mine, who will remain nameless, has been lost. Tim was once a good man, a social butterfly, the highlight of any party, but most of all he was SOLID T . Since he's been gone life sure has been different. Try as I might things will never be the same, but alas there is hope, because beneath the mighty fortress carved within the fiery bowels of Blackrock Mountain (which was designed by the master dwarf-mason, Franclorn Forgewright), I found Tim. This fortress was intended to be the symbol of Dark Iron power, it was held by the sinister dwarves for centuries. However, Nefarian - the cunning son of the dragon, Deathwing - had other plans for the great keep. He and his draconic minions took control of the upper Spire and made war on the dwarves' holdings in the mountain's volcanic depths, which serve as the seat of power for Ragnaros the Firelord. Ragnaros has uncovered the secret to creating life from stone and plans to build an army of unstoppable golems to aid him in conquering the whole of Blackrock Mountain.
Tim, wherever you might be. I have spoken to Ragnaros and after a couple of pints and a few games of Halo 2 he decided to let you go. That's right you are free, go forth and visit the "REAL WORLD".
posted by BROKXS @ 8:26 AM
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I hit 60!!! WOOT! WOOT!
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