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Well, I've finally taken the plunge. I've been spreading myself far too thinly for a long time, so I'm bringing all my points of access into one location.If you want to read the kinda blogs you read here, then you'll have to turn your RSS feeds and bookmarks to: this link.If you want it all, aim at my blog.You will find all parts of my efforts combined into a big mixed blog. The categories will

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I can't say I'm that surprised.Oktoberfest has been so popular that it threatened the fabric of our universe.I mean really...a pet¹ that you can only see drunk? I've got a bridge at Orgrimmar to sell you if you believe that one. Oh and if you haul and sell enough beer, they let you buy a mount. But a ram? Why not something kewl, like a racing nightsabre or a plane?Or something you can only

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Today's topic is stalkers.You know, you are a little too nice to someone who ought to be on medication and all of a sudden they think you are their bestest friend. Or worse, your passionate lover.They can get a little creepy.The worst situation is when you're a 'too nice' girl and he's a 'shut in' passive aggressor. You can't just leave; he pleads that you are 'too nice' to abandon him like all

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The Spirit that Moves Me is conflicted. Apparently, amoung the spirits of the realm, there is call for an 'All Out War'. They hasten to encourage their vessels, and those of others, to making it clear they are participants in this movement. Turning the whole realm into a veritable feast of wanton slaughter.If it were that simple, we could grimace and bear it, but....But the civilians and

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So it has come down through the guildvine, a new world has been discovered. Well, an old one rediscovered.Many diligent sailors, like those who first braved the maelstrom to discover the sea and air routes we take between Azeroth and Kalimdor, have discovered the realm from which the Scourge assail us. Not as far as you might think, off the Whispering Shore lay the continent of Northrend. A

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It seems some friends of mine are having a hard time in the Outlands.One of them had found a way to use the Shartuul Transporter to possess a number of demons. (Luckily no one disturbed his real body while he was gone.) With these 'new bodies,' he fought his way to the honest-to-badness, real Shartuul. His final possession was a Shivan Assassin with three different forms.That was when the

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It was a wonderful night, last night. Over on Sisters of Elune, Delacroix gathered together more than 50 undead friends and made a run on Iron Forge. It was a blast!I was late getting back from work, so I was behind for most of the trip. After crossing the wetlands as a short-cut, I caught up with the mob as the crossed into Loch Modan. They quickly dealt with the North Tower and moved on to

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This is the Azeroth Gazette.

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