|Sometimes you just go with an idea. Bear with me.|
I love being inspired by odd things. Take this morning, for instance, when I posted my speculation post and it started a conversation on Twitter that rapidly evolved into something completely different. Today's sidetrack? Great opening lines from literature:
|She shoots, she scores :D|
Then I find myself thinking: how hard could it be to take The Daily Telegraph's entire list and give the whole damn thing a Warcraft slant? So, off I went, and here to entertain you guys in the US during maintenance and myself because it was a challenge, are the
30 Great Warcraft Opening Lines in Literature
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Priest in possession of a good iLevel, must be in want of a Shadow offspec.
All Hunter pet families are alike; each unhappy Sporebat is unhappy in its own way.
It was the best Expansion, it was the worst Expansion.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the trash was dropping BoA's.
You don't know about me without you have read a tweet by the name of 'You're not Getting a Moose'; but that ain't no matter. That tweet was made by a Mr Ghost Crawler, and he told the truth, mainly.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is what I rolled first, and what my lousy starting area was like, and how my talents were assigned and all before I hit 90, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, so I'm rerolling a Hunter...
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the Flex Raiders did.
In my Vanilla years my GM gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticising any one, he told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t raided the 40 man instances you have.
The Asian game is a foreign country: they reset differently there.
As the Gnome awoke one morning from a server transfer he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous Tauren.
Call me Illidan.
The Hunter respecced, having no alternative, on the PvP hotfix.
It was love at first encounter. The first time the Dwarf saw the Warchief he fell madly in love with him.
The Undead had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by a missing jaw.
All faction leaders, except Mekkatorque, grow up.
Under certain circumstance there are few hours in life more disagreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as queuing for LFR.
Sylvanas, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Syl-va-nas: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Syl.Va. Nas.
It was inevitable: the scent of stale sweat always reminded him of the end of raid nights.
They’re out there. Black rogues in white suits up before me to gank me at the Stables and Vanish before I can catch them.
I am a Druid with their specs changing, quite passive, reforging, not thinking.
Millhouse Manastorm was drunk. He was eloquently drunk, lovingly and pugnaciously drunk.
A Mogged Admiral's Hat squeezed the top of a fleshy balloon of a head.
The flag passed reluctantly from the Warrior, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out in the centre, camping.
The Paladin was no longer overpowered, and nobody seemed sorry.
There was no possibility of capping Valor that day.
The patch dropped today. Or maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure.
He was an old man who camped alone on a Windrider in the Storm Peaks and he had gone eighty-four days now without seeing Vyragosa spawn.
All that was in the loot table, more or less.
This list matches the Telegraph's exactly. Feel free to guess or look up the answers, and please feel freee to add your (bound to be better) versions in the comments.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you think too much about a computer game than is probably healthy :D