Nov 5, 2016
Why yes, my hunter does have two mechanical sheep as her partner’s in crime.
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Why yes, my hunter does have two mechanical sheep as her partner’s in crime.
One of my favorite golden cards.
Exploding Sleep.
The things you come across while leveling.
Occasionally I remember that I have a Pandaren monk and every once in a while I do a little leveling. I was surprised to play her today and she was level 45! I managed to get her up to 47 before I got too hot to do anything. I did get to do the awesome quest where you punch Deathwing in the face!
Explosions of Sheep (With a Guest Appearance from Waffles)
The following is a result of combining three one-word prompts on Plurk.
As Robert sat eating his breakfast, he looked out the window over serene green fields full of grazing sheep. It was far earlier than he was used to waking up, but he was living with his Aunt and Uncle now, and they lived "differently" as his parents so often put it. Robert had only been there one day, and he was already beginning to wonder how he would survive the boredom.
There were so many sheep. He wondered vaguely how his Aunt and Uncle cared for them all, or even what exactly so many sheep were for. As he chewed his waffles thoughtfully, staring at the incredibly stupid, smelly animals munching the green grass, there was an explosion. The hill covered in sheep which had been the subject of Robert's early-morning introspection was suddenly an eruption of flames, dense black smoke, and mutilated mutton.
Robert froze, his fork part of the way to his gaping mouth. He honestly couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked down at his waffles suspiciously. Had his Aunt been doing that... experimental cooking thing again? There was that infamous time five years ago at Thanksgiving...
...But he could feel the shockwave caused by the explosion. His ears were ringing after the deafening blast. And those... sheep... parts... were raining from the sky like some kind of Biblical plague.
Just as Robert was blearily wondering if perhaps he should inform his Aunt and Uncle of this unfortunate development, they rushed into the room, staring out the window at the carnage. After a moment of shocked silence, Robert's Uncle laughed out loud, clapping Robert on the back far too sharply for that hour of the morning. "Ha ha! Don't worry, m'boy, just a little test gone mildly awry. Nothing to worry about! Finish your waffles." He chuckled again and began to whistle a cheerful tune, marching gleefully off to the basement.
Robert looked to his Aunt, who was shaking her head. "He does so love his experiments. Shame about the sheep, though. It's going to take ages to clean that up. Enjoying your waffles, dear?" But before Robert could reply, she moseyed back to the kitchen.
Robert blinked. He was beginning to doubt his parents' constant assertion that his Aunt and Uncle were, in fact, simply sheep farmers.
