Ratshag is posting enough now that I got him his own blog.

So there I am, running down the Gold Road in the Barrens, minding me own business. When suddenly there's 3 Alliance outriders, all Level 25 Elites on mounts. Bang, I'm dead. I hate being dead. Fuhgin Alliance.

Never did make it to the Stonetalons, but I did kill a bunch of piggies and thundersnouts. That felt good.

Did some jobs for the undead last night. Bagh! They give me the creeps. All cold and clammy and pieces falling off. And so Fuggin Superior. You know they'd stick a dagger in your eye soon as talk to you. And their capital - it's not a proper city at all. They built it in the sewers under a perfectly good real city that used to belong to a bunch of squishy Alliance human trash. You gotta walk past all the empty courtyards and crap and you keep wondering if the Scourge is gonna get you and make you undead too. Fugh that!

Tonight I'm going back to the Barrens. Good honest Razormane piggies that squeal when you put an axe in their bellies.