Many will take the boat to Northrend, to begin questing in hopes of reaching new levels of power and prestige. Perhaps, even more will pursue the darkened path of the Death Knight. However, I will do something else.
I will turn my head from the temptations of future journeys, and weep with disdain at my fallen brethren who have chosen the path of darkness.
I will pursue a greater goal. I will carve my own path.
I will gank.
I will romp naked through Stranglethorn Vale with nothing but my trusty shovel to accompany me as I slaughter hordes of innocent... horde.
I will put on my S4, hop on my dragon, and fly through the Outlands until I spot an unexpecting lowbie. Then I will circle overhead, /taunting and /mocking... perhaps even a /veto for good measure, until I unceremoniously plummet from the sky in my bubble to rain death upon him.
Yes. Oh, yes. I will gank.
I will gank and never have to stop to drink again.