‘Twas a couple of days after Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except dad’s mouse. He was cursing and swearing and throwing out heals left and right, the Alliance was on the attack and that just wasn’t right.
They’d held Tol Barad all week, the dailies secure and the honor gain tight. But it had all been lost in a moment because of a bunch of noobs playing the other night.
So there dad sat – his laptop cradled in his lap. His paladin pouring out heals while they attacked and attacked and attacked. 3 bases at one time? Impossible! Improbable! Against the injustice they did thrash.
“You noobs quit fighting on the roads – rezzers to Slagworks – we can win this if we’re fast!
Like thunder they did ride, all the way across the zone. Arriving before the Horde Zerg could call Slag its new home.
With an whoop and a cheer dear dad did wake the house!
He couldn’t believe it! They did it! The impossible task!
Taking back Tol Barad on Offense, 1800 honor points…
(This is what happens on my first day back at work after a fantastically flu filled Christmas Holiday)