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Spacey
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Everything posted by Spacey
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So any news on the transfers yet?
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Tbh yes.It feels like the only way to keep the database and people, give them something new and dont flood some elses servers tbc community with bis geared people. on the other hand... shouldn’t things have been arranged before making the goodbye post? I mean the transfer possibility? I am sure a thought crossed your mind that people still want to be together even when you want it gone? now its the other way around. Still, I hope you arent just giving us foolish hope. appologies if the text is crossed, could not fix it via mobile somewhat.
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many things could have been fixed. You just weren’t here when we needed you most. You abandoned us. As we are just “subjects” to you. you have stopped carrying and yet were too selfish to transfer something you created to someone else and let it be enjoyed. Rather you would see it dead. okay then. Best of luck, almost no hard feelings. I was very emotionally invested in this server once and I have no regrets, it was what I wanted at the time.
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Dear N'Zoth the Corruptor,
My name is Puddi and my character is 7 years old. I have been a very good girl this year. I help Mommy with quests, and I listen to Daddy when he tells me to go help lowbies. I am also try to be as nice as possible to other players.
Thank you for all the presents last year. They were all really nice, and I played with all of them a lot. This year I would like to ask for strength to keep believing in others (the amount of fucks they give), for people to remember their promises and an lastly and mostly for arena reset.
Please give my love to Mrs. Queen Azshara, the naggas, and all the undead, especially Nathanos. I will leave some gold for the undead next to your milk and eternal damnation.
Love,
Puddi
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@Bon of course! If you would also write one I would love to read it ;).
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That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?
