Is Guess Who

You raiders thought you done finished off Naxxramas last year. Cleared the wings, broke down the doors ta Kel'thingamabob's sanctum, killed the cat, brought it down in flames. Course you thought that was it. But then, so did them buggers what did the same out in the Plaguelands three years ago. Ol' Arthas be a slippery bluggernubber, though, and he went and respawned the whole damn place fer ta cause mischief up yer arses while ya be chargin' inta the Ice Cream Citadel.

Is not to worry though. We few, we happy few, we band of buggers in the Purge got yer backs. Tonight we busted in and told Patches it were time to play. Was only eight of us: Zinzi what Gives Good Resurrection, Tarsius the grumpy Druid, Bash (not, not that one, the other Bash), Rym with his arcane blasts set to Hocus Pocus, Throttle the Tinker, Mr. Hoof (all tan and rested after a few months off), Big Bad Guun, and yers truly. We had on our shiny new epics bought with Emblems of Welfare, and while we'd mostly none of us been there before, we meant business.
Patches is a big fella, but not really any brighter than Mograth the Death Nugget, and me and Big Guun had no troubles standing him up. Took a while fer ta get the healing sorted out, but once it were he went down like so much uncooked maggot-infested meat. Is more ta go, but we's gonna extend that raid lockout thingy 'til Naxx be secured. Again. Fer the third time.

Oh, and by the ways? I's back.