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I don't have a question. I would like to tell a story. Once upon a time, I was an Undead Warlock or whatever, totally dedicated to both WoW and to the evil alliance of which I was a part. In these early days, although we had crude maps, we were not sure of exactly every landing area and how they may change with the addition of ships etc into the game.

So, I end up with my bony cold tired dumb ass swimming the entire shore of whatver that stupid continent is named thank the sweet Lord God that I have forgotten its name. Swimming and swimming, describing the crags, describing the other crags, describing the lack of crags. At any time, if I ventured too far out to sea, I would drown and have to start again from God knows where. It was endless, until, finally, I reached a sandy shore where I could drag my festering carcass to safety.

Well that lasted about 3 minutes until some [censored] called the humans on me. I might as well have [censored] all their daughters up the ass the way they came at me. I summoned my devil steed and made south for whatever that south city is. I didn't make it 467 paladins pwned my ass for the next year and I couldn't travel 14 feet outside of territory before alarms were kicking my ass.

Great game, lots of fun.