Originally Posted by
Deldramar
Twas the day before Blizzcon and all through the Hypetrain's cars, not a poster was sleeping; not even Drekmar,
Fahrad and Shado fought for the throne; neither backing down til they could claim it as their own.
Paula Deen ate butter with a sigh, for once more there would be no gib lizzards to fry.
Hitei was studying some underground charts; dreaming of the day we would explore cavern's hearts.
In Ogres We Trust awaited his favorite race; unaware that Blizzard would soon throw his dreams in his face.
Marlamin was off mining data with glee; in hopes that some new leak would soon spring free.
Lightsong sailed throughout the South Seas; letting his hair flow in the hype-breeze.
Slowpoke sat in the judgement of all; joining no team, heeding no call.
Nyel was full of hype too; if not for Veil of Shadows, then for something new.
Ebaum's sat firmly on Davy Jones' team; hoping that the new expansion would have a ghostly sheen.
Bjoramier lie in the realm of the banned; with us in spirit, though not on our land.