“So I’m in the Ironforge Auction House, you know, just posting some herbs I got in the mail. And I see this big green glowing thing run by me.
“My first thought was ‘Zombies! Run for your lives!’ and I cut out for the exit.”
”Then I see that no one else is paying any attention. They’re just standing around, raising their hands now and then, with some of the Night Elves bouncing a bit.”
So, I look again, and it’s, like, just a core hound.”
“I felt pretty stupid.”
“Still, I couldn’t stop shaking. I got so flustered I posted three stacks of netherweave cloth at 30 silver each and I had to /sit down for a minute to get my head together.”
“Stuff like last week, it just stays with you man, like, forever.”
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