Before Warcraft shut the doors, I was grinding quests and experience one night with some guildmates before PvP time. PvP time usually began, from my limited observations, when night elves would start pouring into Hordeville, usually the Crossroads.
We had an hour, plus or minus, before their expected arrival so we were cranking out a level or two, as a level or two never hurts when night elves are pouring out of the woodwork. I was also thinking a short grind session might keep my noob ass out of the graveyard for a few extra minutes. I was wrong, but hell, live and learn.
Grinding exp is grinding exp no matter what world or game it takes place in, so my groupmates asked for a story to pass the time. They’re not asking for epic tales of holy knights and damsels in distress; they’re looking for the dirt, usually involving skanks or jagbags, but probably they’d enjoy a lesbian story also. If I had any lesbian stories. Which I don’t.
Almost ten years in online gaming, you’d think I’d have at least one lesbian story. Odd.
I wasn’t in the mood to recount YET ANOTHER loot mishap, or the classic “my brother was playing my character and logged off with your ebay-able items in my backpacks” type tale, so I told them this one: