My good friend, close confidant, and personal driver Rades… many of you might know him. Well he went and fucked up.
First off, he named his blog about orcs and he’s playing an undead chick or something. I don’t get it.
Second, he rolled a blood elf alt named Fabulor who typically just gets assaulted in Orgrimmar back alleys late at night (at least that’s what I’ve been told).
Third, he went and got himself HACKED.
It’s okay though, these things happen to the best of us. Of course he got all of his stuff back. Well, almost all of it. Fabulor’s reputation was besmirched in the process. Where once our noble guild honored Fabulor for his deeds, we now felt simply neutral towards his RP-walking and general foppish demeanor.
I told Rades… nay… I begged him to petition to a GM to get his reputation restored, but the foolish and prideful Rades refused and so I was forced to resort to actions that I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. I did the unthinkable.
I yelled at him.
I instantly regretted it. I logged off and drowned my sorrows in hookers and blow, knowing that my friendship with Rades was surely ruined. And where was I going to find a new driver as reliable as he? A tragedy of the highest magnitude had struck my life and I was convinced that I would never recover.
But then a beam of light shot down from the heavens and knocked some sense into Rades. He put in a ticket on Fabulor and the most glorious thing happened.
“Aldous is right though.” Beautiful, beautiful words.
Basically what I’m saying is that Jesus is to thank for all of this and you should all find Jesus.