Never underestimate the value of subtle wit.

Over the weekend, I was passing through Ironforge (slowly, ever so lagfully slowly) when I ran into a naked, green orc corpse floating in midair by the Auction House bridge. Haha, thought I — I never tire of visual humor.

Then I looked closer. It was another player’s visual tribute to Scamsalot and the inexplicable delays in banning his rotten ass from our server.

Another hour or two later, I was again inching my way through Ironforge and the same player had made another visual tribute to Scamsalot, this time on top of the bank mailbox.

Well played, mystery Ironforge artist. Well played.

Once upon a time there were 12, maybe 14, players on my server. Right now, we’re trying not to make eye contact with Blizzard Management, lest our server be targeted to receive refugees from the hi-pop servers.

I know it’s a matter of perspective, but DAMN, it seems crowded as it is.

*STUDIES HIS BOOTS INTENTLY*