I am, in some ways, a masochist. I enjoy horrible video games, terrible movies and other things that make my body convulse with absolute revulsion. This personal trait plays out in my World of Warcraft experience via a high tolerance for terrible groups just to see how bad things really can get before I cry uncle.

Today this habit played out, in its full disgusting glory, on my shaman. While I am not a great master of the shaman class I get by alright for the most part. I understand...

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So I cannot sleep lately and tonight, after a Black Temple raid that made me consider a cheap coat hanger lobotomy, I am asked to help on a Zul'Aman run.

My first thought is: I just stuck three pieces of Orbit Bubblemint gum in my mouth. The next thought that I have is pretty much: maybe I can get that gnome trinket and pretend my character is an embodiment of an overused joke.

Everything is alright for the one boss we get down (the instance already had bear, lynx and...

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