Too Soon, Major Dingleberry!

Is a big world, but it ain't big enough fer both an oversized fire elemental and a band of buggers known as the Purge. So last night six of us went down inta the Molted Core and fuhgged with him. Was Big Bad Guun and his twin ivory-handled axes, and Throttle the Tinker, and Rim with his Ice Bolts set ta Frigidaire, and Zinzi what gives Good Resurrection, and Tarsius the Grumpy Druid, and me.

Took us longer fer ta get everyones over there and attuned ta the Core than it did ta rumble through the place. 'Cept we missed Gehennas way back near the beginning and hadda run back ta put his arse down. Along the way I picked up me first two pieces of the spiffy T1 set (bracers an' pantaloons). Then we bitch slapped Majordomo Sillyface around some, and then it were showtime.

Ragnaros, he's a big dude. And he can knock ya around a bit with that hammer of his. But I always landed on me feet and charged right back in fer more. And in the end that glubbernugger got his arse knocked all the way back ta the Elemental Soupbowl. Or Elemental Platter. Or whatevers the fuhg they call it. Some piece of dishware. Point is, don't figger we'll be seeing his scorched face again anytime soon.