Stabbity glory is mine!

Those of you who have spoken to me in person of late will know why this is a big deal.

I killed ten stonesplinter troggs!

As an explanation, I've been on a quest in World of Warcraft for about a week. I have to kill ten stonesplinter troggs, and ten stonesplinter scouts. For a week, I've been going to the valley where they live, running in, killing maybe one of them, and then dying. Over, and over, and over again.

I wound up getting so fed up that I left the lands of the dwarves and gnomes (again, some may realise what a great step this was for me - me who said "I just don't like Tall People. Why don't they stay in their own lands, and leave me alone with my personages of a proper height?"), and travelled to the Land of Tall. In Elwyn Forest I killed kobolds (and wept as I did it) in order to build up xp. I travelled to Westfall, and battled with bandits, until I collected more levels.

And finally, I travelled back to Loch Modan. I went back to that damn valley, with my new level 13 gnome (shut up! All of you! Level 13 is a big deal for me!. I normally only play for half an hour per day, in between other things) and I slaughtered the stonesplinter troggs! I killed ten of them! And ten of their scouts. I only died once, and that was trying to get away!

This makes me happy.

What makes me almost as happy is the hideous clash of colours I now have on my gnome. I have pink hair, a red shirt, a yellow cape, and purple trousers. Can life get any better than this?

Stabbity glory is mine!

Those of you who have spoken to me in person of late will know why this is a big deal.

I killed ten stonesplinter troggs!

As an explanation, I've been on a quest in World of Warcraft for about a week. I have to kill ten stonesplinter troggs, and ten stonesplinter scouts. For a week, I've been going to the valley where they live, running in, killing maybe one of them, and then dying. Over, and over, and over again.

I wound up getting so fed up that I left the lands of the dwarves and gnomes (again, some may realise what a great step this was for me - me who said "I just don't like Tall People. Why don't they stay in their own lands, and leave me alone with my personages of a proper height?"), and travelled to the Land of Tall. In Elwyn Forest I killed kobolds (and wept as I did it) in order to build up xp. I travelled to Westfall, and battled with bandits, until I collected more levels.

And finally, I travelled back to Loch Modan. I went back to that damn valley, with my new level 13 gnome (shut up! All of you! Level 13 is a big deal for me!. I normally only play for half an hour per day, in between other things) and I slaughtered the stonesplinter troggs! I killed ten of them! And ten of their scouts. I only died once, and that was trying to get away!

This makes me happy.

What makes me almost as happy is the hideous clash of colours I now have on my gnome. I have pink hair, a red shirt, a yellow cape, and purple trousers. Can life get any better than this?