Tweeting dryad, bleating crone
So, a quick aside.
Not to derail this whole thing that’s going on with Mokvar and Blackrock Spire, but after last time, with that little cameo we have from Little Miss Crazy-Nymph up in Hyjal, hoo boy, did the shit ever hit the fan on Twitter. It started innocently enough with a comment from reader and frequent commenter Shen Wei Pureblossom, and… um… things went downhill fast. Including appearances from a bunch of familiar faces.
And…well…here:
Heh. Hehehe HA!
I tell you, Magatha getting fucked with never, ever gets old.
Resuming our regularly scheduled…stuff…soon.
[A huge thank you to @ShadoPanShammy, @Mylune_, @Ji_Firepaw, @Wyvern_Mortimer (yes, really), and @M_Grimtotem — all of whom you should follow, by the way — both for providing the enormous entertainment that was this exchange, and for allowing me to reproduce it here. More Twitter lunacy to follow in short order, I’m sure.]
Whatchoo doin’ not kickin’ dat ugly cow’s butt, Mylune? Go aftah her!
Want to win a battle?
Mass polymorph the enemy into sheep/bears/anything fuzzy.
Release Mylune.
Stand back with popcorn ready.
I am still waiting for those hug bruises to fade, but it was very much worth it to see Magatha put in her place. By the way, if anyone has seen my hat, I would appreciate it returned to me. I believe it was knocked off when that grabby dryad locked me into that double hug with Ji.
(Seriously, this was one of the most fun tweet-rps I got to be a part of. It’s always fun to get into character as Magatha and truly mess with her. Props to Averry for egging me on when I told him I was dragging Magatha into this hilarity.)
Mylune vs. murlocs… 😀
Wow. I have nothing but admiration for those of you who RP the blog characters on Twitter. You are all hilarious! XD
Eh, it’s a living.
Or rather, in my case, an unliving.
Ah, thank you, dear Khizzara. I do not know you, but I am quite pleased with this admiration. Ah, if only that blasted Light-forsaken Twitter thing had more than the requisite one-hundred and sixty characters with which to express my daily thoughts and encounters! I would be in a much better position to gladly and readily share the day-to-day happenings around Hearthglen with each and every one of you.
OH FUCKING HELL, WHO THE FUCK TOLD TIRION ABOUT THE DAMN BLOG??!!
Why, my oldest and dearest friend, the noble Eitrigg. He notified me of your writings after the timely arrival of Edwin Farenell to Hearthglen. It has been…enlightening to peruse your weblog, to say the least. However I did not much appreciate your poem regarding Argent Confessor Paletress and the varied and quite revealing confessions she was privy to while the tournament to find the strongest of Azeroth’s champions in our fight against the dreaded Lich King was active. I did register my complaint of said poem in a letter after the noble King Varian and dear Lady Proudmoore forwarded it to my email. It was with a heavy heart that I wrote that letter, indeed, and I wish to never have to write such a letter to you again!
Oh frak, there goes our bandwidth…
This is NOT my fault!
Loa help us!!! *runs*
Oh for spirits’ sake… Could you folks rein it in and stop interrupting? I’m trying to tell a story here!
Yeah, quit interrupting! Mokvar was just getting to the good stuff and I’m not above sapping people here.
What the… WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PEOPLE ALL COME FROM?!
The stork, clearly.
Faranell, you should polymorph tirion in front of mylune if there’s ever another group anger-management meeting.
*Eats noodles*
Something crazy happened that didn’t involve us?
*double fist bumps*
Yep.
*ROARS* #YesReally
I didn’t sponsor any blows or double enders! How did I get dragged into this?
I can’t get enough of this. I’ll bookmark it for rainy days when I need something to cheer myself up.
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!
You all are definitely weird.
Welcome to Orgrimmar…