September 21 -- BOTTOMS UP.
Dear Diary,
It is BREWFEST.
BREWFEST almost always ends badly for me. Like, two years ago, it was my first. ever. Brewfest. I didn't know anybody and I was wearing SHORTS in Dun Morogh. HA! I think it was because I thought I'd be fashionable because all the Brewfest people wear those stupid little shorts and silly socks and I thought I could be special like that, too. Anyway, I was trying this ogre drink, right, and it was a LOT STRONGER than I expected. So my stomach gets all gurgly and then this elf is behind me like "excuse me?" so I turned around and before I could say anything, I barfed all over his clothes.
So that was AWKWARD.
So then he was like "I'm going to change" and I wanted to make sure he was alright, so I followed him to the inn and he was like. Looking at my inner thighs and picking up my legs and it was so concerning and then. Then he wanted to fuck me. In bear form.
I delined. delcined. DECLINED.
And then there was last year but we aren't going to talk about last year, save that I am NOT LETTING OLIVER DRINK ALONE THIS YEAR because BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
THIS YEAR, though things are starting to be like
better
Because we drank together instead of separately and we got Druuuuuunk and then the Sigil was like "heyyy there's a doll killing people can we have help?" and me and Oliver were like "TO THE RESCUE" so we rode on Merry (who is also drunk) to Stormwind and everyone was around the orphanage and the doll was hiding in the shadows and people were doing things weird so Oliver's idea was to send his new chicken in.
He got a new chicken. It is brown and it is from Dun Morogh and I think I may have killed it last night.
Anyway.
Where was I going with
OH YEAH
So the doll
The chicken didn't help much, so eventually, I got sick of the whole thing and was like "EVERYONE DUCK" and I threw ALL of my knives like SHWING and they hit EVERYTHING including Oliver's cheek and the doll and that's how I saved Brewfest.
I am still drunk, even though it is not quite 11 in the morning yet but this is going to be a good Brewfest, I can tell. I'm not even afraid of being happy right now, ha!
-S.
It is BREWFEST.
BREWFEST almost always ends badly for me. Like, two years ago, it was my first. ever. Brewfest. I didn't know anybody and I was wearing SHORTS in Dun Morogh. HA! I think it was because I thought I'd be fashionable because all the Brewfest people wear those stupid little shorts and silly socks and I thought I could be special like that, too. Anyway, I was trying this ogre drink, right, and it was a LOT STRONGER than I expected. So my stomach gets all gurgly and then this elf is behind me like "excuse me?" so I turned around and before I could say anything, I barfed all over his clothes.
So that was AWKWARD.
So then he was like "I'm going to change" and I wanted to make sure he was alright, so I followed him to the inn and he was like. Looking at my inner thighs and picking up my legs and it was so concerning and then. Then he wanted to fuck me. In bear form.
I delined. delcined. DECLINED.
And then there was last year but we aren't going to talk about last year, save that I am NOT LETTING OLIVER DRINK ALONE THIS YEAR because BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
THIS YEAR, though things are starting to be like
better
Because we drank together instead of separately and we got Druuuuuunk and then the Sigil was like "heyyy there's a doll killing people can we have help?" and me and Oliver were like "TO THE RESCUE" so we rode on Merry (who is also drunk) to Stormwind and everyone was around the orphanage and the doll was hiding in the shadows and people were doing things weird so Oliver's idea was to send his new chicken in.
He got a new chicken. It is brown and it is from Dun Morogh and I think I may have killed it last night.
Anyway.
Where was I going with
OH YEAH
So the doll
The chicken didn't help much, so eventually, I got sick of the whole thing and was like "EVERYONE DUCK" and I threw ALL of my knives like SHWING and they hit EVERYTHING including Oliver's cheek and the doll and that's how I saved Brewfest.
I am still drunk, even though it is not quite 11 in the morning yet but this is going to be a good Brewfest, I can tell. I'm not even afraid of being happy right now, ha!
-S.