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Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in.
Been packing for days straight, getting sick of it; should tell Darda to pack up her shit but she might figure out what I'm doing eventually - we can't stay here anymore, too many Loas-damned Orcs and I'm getting sick of the smell. Might wind up moving to the Scryer's Tier if she/they will let me/us.
First, though.
We need a guard dog - or a guard lizard. A big fuckin' guard lizard.
I'm gettin' too old for this shit, y'know? Chasin' folk around, tryin' to act like I'm still a scout. Gonna go back to doin' what I do best, standin' back and shootin' while the lizard takes the shit for me, 'cause I've had too many close calls on the field lately. Way too many.
Be-fucking-sideswhich, I visited my old teacher back in Orgrimmar who gave me a few lessons and I've got really big quarry to be chasin'.
And I mean big.
(( The following is a letter left for Darda. ))
Hey baby,
Gone out to do a little hunting. Grapes for Grin are in the cold cellar, be sure to feed him sometime tonight - I gave him some before I left, but he eats a lot.
I'll be back, if not tonight, tomorrow or something.
Love you,
- Mat
(( OH HEY 3.0 PATCH! EXTRA EXTRA MAT GOES BM GETS EATEN ALIVE BY DEVILSAUR NEWS AT 11! ... Wut, no. ))
Been packing for days straight, getting sick of it; should tell Darda to pack up her shit but she might figure out what I'm doing eventually - we can't stay here anymore, too many Loas-damned Orcs and I'm getting sick of the smell. Might wind up moving to the Scryer's Tier if she/they will let me/us.
First, though.
We need a guard dog - or a guard lizard. A big fuckin' guard lizard.
I'm gettin' too old for this shit, y'know? Chasin' folk around, tryin' to act like I'm still a scout. Gonna go back to doin' what I do best, standin' back and shootin' while the lizard takes the shit for me, 'cause I've had too many close calls on the field lately. Way too many.
Be-fucking-sideswhich, I visited my old teacher back in Orgrimmar who gave me a few lessons and I've got really big quarry to be chasin'.
And I mean big.
(( The following is a letter left for Darda. ))
Hey baby,
Gone out to do a little hunting. Grapes for Grin are in the cold cellar, be sure to feed him sometime tonight - I gave him some before I left, but he eats a lot.
I'll be back, if not tonight, tomorrow or something.
Love you,
- Mat
(( OH HEY 3.0 PATCH! EXTRA EXTRA MAT GOES BM GETS EATEN ALIVE BY DEVILSAUR NEWS AT 11! ... Wut, no. ))