[...] when I was playing World of Warcraft a lot more often. There are always about four skrillion people within shouting distance willing to [...]

[...] As the WoW turns stages a conversation between 2 mobs as they see and react (or not) to Temerity’s character.  In homage to her witty playlets, I thought I would have a go at making my own. [...]

Majordomo Executus.

You’d think after the fourth or fifth time he’d look to one of his minions and say … forget this, YOU go tell the boss.

Minion: Umm, excuse me, sir? All the alarms are ringing and there are 25 people of various races eating there way through your legions.

Boss: Be quiet Minion, I am sure sending waves of virtually identical minions will stop them in their tracks.

Minion: But sir, they’re dying in droves, nothing seems to be stopping them, not even that 10-pull with the fear mechanic, they have a little wooden doll thing that seems to make them immune.

Boss: I’m not moving.

Minion: But they’re getting slaughtered…

Boss: No, I intend to stay here in my room until they have killed each little batch of minions one by one until they face me purely on my own, rather than surrounded by a legion of my best troops. That way, they’ll be so tired from fighting all that trash that I am guaranteed victory. MUWAHAHAAAAAA

I reminded him that he’s speaking to a Man-Cow that walks on it’s hind legs and talks.

Reality is a myth.

[...] already read the thoughts and wackiness from le Temerity Jane, I suggest you go there now. Read this. Prepare to laugh, because I did, and now I’m in trouble for looking at blogs while at [...]