Eat, Drink, Play with Explosives

Fireworks!

The fireworks ordinances in World of Warcraft’s Ironforge are very liberal. How many times does Ironforge have to burn to the ground before we get some safety measures in place?!?

And, would it kill them to put up some guard railings along the Molten Span chain bridges? Shit, just summon my ass to the zone — after a couple of cocktails, there is NO WAY I can negotiate my way safely over a narrow, slimey bridge.

Anyways. In a fitting tribute to America and her historical ties to capitalism, I noticed that some assrag had put some stacks of fireworks for sale in the Crack House … stack of 5, only cost ya 1 gold and saves the walk across the bridge to the NPC vendor.

That’s American, too.

Proud to be an American Idiot,
Foton

A Stranger in a Strange Land

The wind just kind of pushed me this way

*imagine a disjointed computerized voice*

Welcome Foton. We knew you’d be back.

(wtf! Did you hear that?)

Why don’t you just input your credit card information now to save yourself the bother later? We know how you hate being bothered.

(surely you heard THAT!)

umm, you already have it. But, I’m just passing through.

Of course you are.

No, I’m serious. Just trying out … heh … the trial. *gulps*

You know how it is.

Of course.

It was too hot to sleep. I followed the distant sound of a Siren. The wind just kind of … pushed me this way.

(this is sure stirring up some ghosts for me.)

There’s one thing you’ve got to learn. Is not to be afraid of it.

No, I like it.

I like it, it’s good.

You like it now. You’ll learn to love it later.

Hang the rich.

(fuck the courage of my convictions. God, I’m weak.)

*/ooc bastardized from Robbie Robertson.*