DRUID SEX PUNS ARE THE BEST
It is one of my great regrets that I did not save the “WTF Writing Contest” folder from my email account, in which was contained the very worst (read: best) entries from the Global Writing Contests.
That druid/hunter fic in the first year is still burnt into my brain.
How furious do you think Garrosh was when he heard that Dranosh Saurfang, his childhood friend, brother-in-arms and fellow Red Pox survivor, met his end via agonizing, debilitating disease?
Arthas killed Dranosh, not the Plague.
I imagine Garrosh was still pretty pissed, either way.
I discovered this beautiful, beautiful DnD campaign retelling today and I have to share it. Unfortunately, the ending is gone for now, but it will eventually be posted here.
I’m only on part two but I can already tell this is going to be one worth sharing.
These are great, but the whole series can be found here, now:
Every day a new fish invasion spawns somewhere in Pandaria. When the Reef Octopi swarm Sri-La village in the Jade Forest, they bounce happily all over the land, playing with tools, making the fishermen used to their presence.
This is how they set the stage for the destruction of all landdwellers.
So adorable. Don’t you just want to hug them? With your face?