Merry Christmas

I hope Greatfather Winter is treating you well in-game as well as out of it.  The household of the Amateur was hustle and bustle pre-dawn as Wee Amateur took in his second ever Christmas.  There was excitement to be had.  From this morning, and in no way related to the wee one, comes a new festive holiday tale:

Tumunzahar: “Och, it be a rather slow day here in th’ Forge.  Nay a need for smiting, nor heals…and nary a drinkin’ partner tah be found!”

“WHAAAAAAAAAA…..HIYAAAAAAA!!!”  *awesome! kung fu moves*

Tumunzahar: “Och, what be all that commotion?!!?

“KNEEL BEFORE ME AND TREMBLE YOU LESSTER CREATURES!  I AM DEATH!  I AM DOOM!  I AM DESTRUCTION!  I AM KEL’THUZAAAAAAD!!!”

Tumunzahar: “…whut th’….?

*more wikkid kung fu moves*

BEGONE YOU FOUL FURRY NUISANCE!  YOU SHALL NOT STOP ME -NO ONE CAN STOP THE AWESOME MIGHT THAT IS KEL’THUZAAAAAAAD!!!”

Tumunzahar (muttering): “...pfft, says him.  OI!  LICH!“

*SNEERS* PRIEST, I SHALL DEAL WITH YOU AND YOUR ’LIGHT’ SHORTLY -FIRST I MUST DESTROY THIS OBNOXIOUS FUZZY PLAGUE WHICH HAS DOGGED MY STEPS IN MY QUEST FOR DOMINA-

*Tumunzahar casts Shackle Undead*

…OH FER FRACKSAKESONOFA…*SIGH*

*bows to Tumunzahar*

Tumunzahar (returning the bow): So, ye wee beastie -care to join me in a post-smite pint…or five?

and so ends our tale of how Tumunzahar met Pandaren Monk and Lil K.T.  I would like to thank my wife for taking the time to write that awesome story, and place it in my stocking.  Kinda puts this author to shame.

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