The Somewhat Ambitious

So. You’re chillin’ around, say, Ironforge.*

Stay with me.

You’ve just been killing Murlocs by the fucking DOZEN. I mean, forget Normandy. You were buzzing those gurgling bitches like the crop duster from North by Northwest. So you’ve just repaired your gear, and you think hey. Maybe I’ll treat myself, go get some ribs at the Inn, maybe recount my tale of gills and minor genocide to the locals, when you see a MURLOC IN FUCKING SPACE MARINE ARMOR.

It is at this point that your apology is cut short by a hail of fishy lead.

The reason I’m posting this is partly because the guys over at MMO Champion dug it out of the public test realm files, but mostly because Luke HATES Murlocs. So much so that I actually got him this bad boy, which sits next to his bed above a tin of dog food. Why? Because Luke frequently pisses off gypsies, and were he to be cursed and were the murloc to spring to life, it would be distracted by the sweet, sweet aroma of home-brand dog food and NOT eat his dates face.

Lateral thinking.

/Paul

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*…Chillin’?