One More Hallow's End Post

This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't write about it then, 'cause I'm writing about it now.

I was doing one of them undercover jobs to get in close with the Dragonmaw so's I could secretly help the Netherwingies. Job was to fly out to the Twilight Portal in Nagrand and kill a bunch of the Deathshadow Agents what was working to open the portal. Since these guys is Burning Legion types, I'm helping out the good guys too by doing this, so it's a good. Anywho, this here picture's got me going up against a Deathshadow Archon. Now, I wouldn't expects a twelve-foot gray demon-orc woman to be the sort to go around to the inns of Azeroth and politely say "Trick or treat" to the innkeepers in the hopes of getting some candy. But apparently she were planning on doing just that later, 'cause after I did for the wench I founds this in her pocket. Lucky me. Sucked to be her.

Wonders what she were planning to wear for a costume?

A Political Crisis Narrowly Averted

The other day I's in that great cosmopolitan melting-pot / cesspool Shattrath City, checkin' me mail and minding me own business. When this little gnome runs up and laughs at me. Now, I knows gnomes is an uneducated folk and generally don't speak civilized languages like orcish, so I don't waste time politely inquiring what the fuhg her problem is. Instead I just goes back to reading me mail.

And then she poked me. Hey! And laughed at me again. At this point I's thinking this little gnome is begging to be punted off the Tier and into the Lower City with the refugees and other vermin and losers. (This would be the political crisis part, 'cause they frown on that sort of thing in Shat, even on the Scryer's Tier). But just as I start to grabs for her, the light bulb goes off in me head. She wants it, I realize. She wants it bad. And I's just the orc to gives it to her.

So I throws back me head, flings out me arms, and gives it to her. "Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!" goes the Helm of Evil Laughter. The little gnome shrieks with delight, jumping up and down and cheering. Then I goes back to me mail and she goes off to do whatever it be that happy little gnomettes do.

The Likeness, It's Uncanny

Me friend Hydra is dressed up as Big Red Kitty for Hallow's End, and it be fuhggin' hilarious. Go checks it out.

Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!

That's right. The Headless Horseman's Helm of Evil Laughter. And it's mine! All mine!

Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

There's a story behinds it and everything.

So I's hanging out at the Scarlet Monastery, looking for some crazy fools brave souls to venture into the graveyard with me and summon the horseman. There's a bunch of scuzzy Alliance types keeping to theyselves over on that side, which is fine with me 'cause they just talk gibberish and they smell funny. And on the Horde side of the room there's, well, me. I ain't feeling too optimistic about finding a group at this point.

Then this Forsaken warrior comes by. He's also protection specced, and we lament together about how all finger-wigglers and backstabbers got they flashy rings and now they won't stick around to help out the tanks who wants our Helm of Evil Laughter. And he pulls out his pony keg and we each have a beer or sheven. And we talksh more about how unloved we ish ...hic! and then the beer ran out and he shtarted to cry on me shhoulder. But I shaid not to worry Friend A and I *hic* pullsh out me own pony keg.

Sho we're shtarting to feel a little better and then a paladin comes by looking to join a group and maybe get the Helm of Evil Laughter for hisshelf. And then there's a hunter ... hic! And then we find another warrior, a pvp specialisht this time, and by now Friend A and I is starting to sober up so into the graveyard we goes.

Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Well we summons Mr Headless. Friend A tanked him, I laid into him with me axe-and-dagger, lots of fury, subtlety is for the weak gear, the others did their jobs and down he goes. And we loot the body and get a mage ring.

Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

So another of our intrepid band pulls out a candle, we summons again, and again we puts him down. We loot the body, and its the rogue ring, which I already gots. Summon again, and another ring nobody wants. A fourth time, and we goes to loot the body, and there it be. Ooooh ..... The Helm of Evil Laughter. And four of us wants it. We rolls. I gets a 92. It is mine. Mine I tell you! All mine!

Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

We got one candle left for to do the summoning. I could puts the helm on, but I figured it'd be bad form in front of me brothers-in-arms, so I leaves it in me bag. We summons, we kills, we gets a ring of healing. No more candles, no more Horseman. Everybody says thanks, it was fun, I gotta go, bye. And then it's just me and me new friend in the middle of the graveyard. I pull out me pony keg and we have a few drinks. A ghost impudently floats up and rudely tries to start something, so I smack it into oblivion.

"Go on," he says. "Put it on."

So I reaches into me pack, pulls it out, takes off me Ragesteel Helmet, and puts on the Helm of Evil Laughter. I can feel its power surging into me veins. I tilt my head back to look into the starry night, fling out my arms, and let loose:

Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Friend A cheered. It was glorious. Every warrior in Azeroth would give his left nut and both of his buddy's to have that helm, and it was mine, all mine!

The beer went flat. It got cold. There was nothing left but to head out. I wished me new friend well, and told him not to hesitate if'n he needed anyone else to summon the horseman again. We said goodbye, and I hearthed back to the inn at Shattrath.

Hallow's End Pictures

I been taking lots of pictures this holiday. Click on the pumpkin on the right to see all of thems.