You can blame Tigerfeet for this!
Go ahead. I do!
... But be careful! Ms. Feet seems slightly more feral than usual, today. Do you hear that maniacal laughter? No, it isn't coming from Megan or even sweet little Hydra. No, sir, it's coming from over there.
I can't guarantee she won't bite.
/em tosses a Fish Feast on the ground and edges away, murmuring "nice kitty, kitty, kitty" beneath her undying breath
Ahem.
Presenting: Haiku ... World of Warcraft style! The idea originated yesterday with Fimlys of Alseep at the WoW, and is spreading like wildfire (not to be confused with fel fire — which is, after all, green) through the Blogosphere.
Warlock
Torn from the Nether
An instrument of my will
The Dark Pact is made
Shaman
Stalwart, strength of earth
Fury, steel and wind imbued
The Earthmother howls
And finally, my secret side project ...
Venaliis
Abandoned by death
Puppet to an ebon hand
Never a hero
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Now that the (bad) poetry is out of the way ... how about an analogy?
It occurred to me as I was writing this that memes are the achievements of the Blogosphere. Some of us post them in lieu of "real" content (and to be fair, there's not a lot to write about now that most guilds are done with Tier 7 and pre-patch ennui has set it), and some of us participate because we're completionists or because we view challenging memes such as this one as akin to "hard modes."
I just hope this isn't part of some kind of meta achievement.
>.>
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Participate in the following memes—
- Sixth of Six
- Honest Scrap Award
- What's in a Name?
- WoW-ku
—and win ... what, exactly?
Personally, I'm hoping for a mount. I already have a bear to ride. (<3 Keaton.) Maybe some kind of moth or firefly?
I could name it Serenity! Or Colbert. Everything is named Colbert.
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Tag!
I'm keeping it in-class this time, because I'm dying to see what my fellow 'locks can do:
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Megan, who never runs Out Of Mana;
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Hydra, who is Almost too cute to be Evil;
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Fulguralis, who Kills 'em Slowly;
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Syrana, the warlocky half of Sideshow & Syrana; and
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Abigore, who Fears, Dots, Wins!
I foresee much mocking-of-mages in our future.
Poetic mocking!, but mocking nonetheless ...