I have found the best way to destroy a pug.

 

Now, I studied for a long time under The Forgotten Shadow, and finally relented and turned to the Naaru-sucking light in order to gather a cadre of meatshields to run through a dungeon in front of me.  But in my time of studying, I learned some rather effective ways of making things be not alive.  Face melting, mind blasting, Pain wording fun.  But the druid’s in catform and the paladin is ret, the shaman is enhancement – so I’m healing.

 

Every time.  No more face melting.  Aww, sadface.

 

Anyway.

 

Destruction, right.

 

So there’s a lot of jibber jabber about this Lich King fellow, and how he finally maxed out his emo skill and decided to share the black eyeliner with a bunch of friends.  Apparently everyone is going to be able to learn how to write, soon, and basically everyone is afraid of the big mixup that is bound to come with all that.  They will talk for hours.  The conjecture flies.  Some have even discovered a way to try out the new hotness before anyone else.  Speculation abounds!

 

Me, I’m still irritable about the way someone has mucked with the Arcane Guardians in Silvermoon.  Silly kids and their ‘hacking’.

 

What?  You didn’t know?

 

That’s right, someone has been tampering with the verbal commands code of the big stomping guards that keep my pristine city safe and free from rabble-rousers.  Oh sure, they still threaten bodily harm to anyone who doesn’t uphold the peace, and they still have that stoic tone in their artificial voices when they declare the sanctity of the gilded streetways.  But now, instead of giving all the glory to our prince, Kael’thas, they mention this upstart regent who is going to deliver our people.

 

Poppycock and tauren balls.  I’ll believe it when I see it.

 

Kael’thas went all the way to Outland to make sure our people got what we deserved, and it’s just not right that some fat oaf decided to play around with the instructional code of our arcane constructs.  What’s next?  Instead of stomping around and dictating orders, have them pulling up flowers and skipping?

 

Hem.  Sorry.  Distracted.

 

So like I was saying, destroying a pug group.  At the very least, silencing them. 

 

They’re babbling away, talking about Barbie’s Wrath of the Bitch Queen or something, and getting a new hairdo, and how the druid is going to turn himself pink, and how the alliance are going to ruin everything.  All this stuff I don’t understand.

 

I calmly, while slapping a renew on the mage who seems to be afk-following me, announce my faith in our real leader.

 

“I’m not going to worry about all that.  Kael’thas will take care of it for us.”

 

And in the face of my uninhibited loyalty to a true man of integrity, they have no retort.

 

Well, that fury warrior did suddenly hearth out.  Feckless orcs.

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