Sometimes–now don’t argue with me–don’t everyone protest at once–I can get a little, um…negative. If fed a steady diet of conspiracy theorists and Pinterest Fails on social media, it’s bound to take a toll. Not too mention I feel like a chump when I tried to talk Helke out of her personal Mecca, Blizzcon. This is the friend who has been so generous, so much like fairy godmother to me, and here I am in a conversation last night saying that the Ball isn’t all the great, and the Prince has halitosis. Not cool, Matty. Not cool.
- I promise to honor my beloved classes: they train, they each bring unique abilities to the family
- I shall try to make everyone in the Drunken Fish feel that they are getting what they need: if they want to do their own thing, great. If they want to do group things, all they have to do is let me know.
- I will cherish my friends
- I will not care about the artificial boundaries of Alliance and Horde (I never did actually, so this will be easy.)
I can’t speak for the warlocks; they don’t take vows.