Same people.
Different idiots.
A living scrapbook
of our adventures.
Explore
Westfall correspondent.
He remembers what they conveniently forgot.
Observations. Conversations. Questionable wisdom.
Showing entries about repairs. Show everything
Arrowyy announced a run to Orgrimmar, then supplied a small procession of road views as proof that his legs and sense of direction remained in working order. Meho, studying the lay of the land, was startled by how nearly Stormwind presses against Blackrock. Maps do make neighbors of places that would rather stay strangers.
When I withdrew for repairs, Blaedy and Meho promptly assigned me unsavory private hobbies. This is why one does not let friends near a quiet moment. Blaedy was meanwhile wrestling a cramped little box of parts into yielding more room for her collection of bosoms. A practical victory, if not one the abbey would commemorate.
