Diary of an (Ex?) WoW Addict

She had managed to make it to her small hut towards the mage quarter without further incident. Hota rifled through her items on the counter. Magic blades, dishes, a paper labeled 'apidextra review', many random items that just were taking up space in her semi neat living quarters. In a corner was a few half written on scrolls – magical projects she had been putting off despite her restlessness. She laid the cigar box down, going to the freezer box for some meat to cook.

Oh yes. This will be on while I ran around like a fool with my crack!Barry Burton character. I need to find him a suitable disco suit to cause mayhem in.

RIP Donna Summer.

I've finally replaced my old, duck taped pair of $10 head phones for well a $30 refurbished pair of Sennheiser ones. These things are like a piece of art on my stand. They hug my head nice and comfortably, keep sound from bleeding out into the room – that bleeding out of sound that kinda defeated the purpose of wearing head phones - looks professional and just compliment my nice sound card. Course I have a bad thing about breaking head phones. I've been babying my last pair keeping the wires put away in a clip. That tactic seemed to work so will definitely do the same with these pair.

As the Troll salivated over the ways she could tress and cook each Night Elf to a golden crispness, the portal shrank to barely nothingness. The Troll couldn't help but groan out in agitation. Her impending pyroblasts to each of the nude Night Elves' faces was stolen right from under her. Damn. That was a week's worth of food.

As the small portal shark, the hum of electrical machinery took its place around her. Generators normally ran the non magic sections of Horde encampments...mainly the non Goblin controlled parts. She never trusted the things. But Hota had to grudgingly admit they helped during the power outage a few weeks back, when an Alliance assault knocked out a good portion of the Drag. Magic can only produce so much energy over time. A good burst of it, but not infinitely sustainable as electricity.

So many questionable titles appear...it drives me to not quite buy them. Stop being overly expensive and meh like the movies, video games so I can not feel like I'm playing the 'will this game suck' game.

Hota peered further into the portal, confused as to its purpose. The images flickers pass her red eyes, one stopping at it seemed a concert for the Tauren Chieftains, to someone's strange blinds...no faux wood blinds. Faux because of the strange energy the wood gave off to her. The Blinds then suddenly flipped open, exposing a pair of Night Elves doing more than just tending to ones wounds.