Category Archives: What has been seen cannot be unseen
The quest line Visage of the First Wakener takes you on an adventure that eventually gets you a new appearance for Skull of the Man’ari – Thal’kiel’s Visage. He’s a chatty fellow, but also, with his new fleshly accoutrements, He’s quite the expressive fellow.
There’s the yawn.
There’s the slack-jawed yokel.
There’s the yawn.
Okay, you know what? He’s actually kinda rubbish. All that’s missing is a string of drool hanging off his chintacles. Let’s “face” it – he’s ugly with a capital UG.
The other day, while levelling my Monk, I logged out without first mogging her booties.
As you’re aware, Gnomes have only four fingers per hand. This is deemed normal.
But her bare feet revealed unto me an oddity.
Count ‘em. Ten little toesies.
I’m sure I’m not the first to notice, but this is my first time, and it’s weirding me out.
As countless happy people log into the beta, I’m sitting here looking at a bog standard login in battle.net. But there are compensations.
Once again, our internet angel Vidyala has reached out and provided me with a reason to be of good cheer, in this case a most excellent commission of myself and my favorite pet, Bumbles, in our favorite hunting grounds. She hadn’t been taking commissions, but for some odd reason accepted my moniez in exchange for this awesome artwork. As you can tell, no matter the price, I came out on top in this exchange.
I am not here to brag on my good fortune, but merely to a) explain why this image may appear in the headers from now on (it will), and b) to sing the praises of all things Vidyala.
And now, prepare to bask in the magnificence of my turbulence.
Thanks, Vid! As always, it is a genuine pleasure!
In what has turned out to be a blogosphere-wide scandal of the deepest proportions, Ratshag has blown the doors off of one of the undersea world’s deepest, darkest, secrets. Taboos broken. Neighbors scandalized. Bait stores vandalized.
But in this revealing photograph, Lesser Creature Overseer (5th class) Kil’ssarrass is seen enjoying a night out in the lesser-known areas of Vashj’ir.
Neither Kil’ssarrass nor Mrrlrrgrrlrr could be reached for comment (nor, in fact, discerned from every other of their kind in the area), but one claiming to be Mrrlrrgrrlrr’s close confidant has explained (on provision of anonymity) that Mrrlrrgrrlrr has been sequestered away, as is the custom, until the roe either hatches, or is deemed suitable for caviar.
Watch this space, as well as other blogs in the Blogosphere News Network, for further developments on this story!