My own PC gone, no WOTLK, sitting and watchin' television and doin' noth'n...
I hate this! GAAAAAAAAAH!
So what are you guys up to?
Lets make it a fun game, mention anything that has to do with World of Warcraft and you meet Mr. Axe.
Mhokkie,
Couchpotato.
Hum.... Screaming "TEE VEE TEE ENN TEE!" got boring.
I'll write a story, keeps me occupied.
Once upon a time there was a couchpotato, his name was Whokdor.
Whokdor, as everyone does, has three voices in his head, who constantly scream about and make a mess of things, only in Whokdor's mind it's more a soap-opera-show-piece-of-crap than a conscience.
The End.
I learned a wise lesson today.
Cats don't break stuff accidently, they do it on purpose, to entertain their masters.
As I accidently broke the glass on a clock as I set it to wintertime and it accidently fell.
I was entertained until I was finished cleaning up the mess!
Read a book.
No, no, no. Write a story, a real orcish story. Now you have time, right?
I need a reason+feel for that.
Hum... *Thinks*
PC is back, screw stories.
*Installs 1.0, 2.0, downloads 3.02*
That was such an ugly thing to say!
*is not speaking to mhokdor anymore*.
*Actually IS working on a story concept* <_<
Got a good story, just need to figure out some stuffsies.
Nice! So, the only thing remaining is to figure out which is a good day for an orcish campfire. *nods*
With this expansion stuff and my next week announcing a bit strange... me not knows right now.
Oh, you wanted a campfire story?...
*Trashes three-pages-long story for the forums*
Right, campfires...
Nonono no trash.
But me not forgives ye with campfire. Ye promised an' no give!
*uses fingers to count* one, two, three, no, four...more?! moons!
*is not speaking to mhokdor again*