"Well we've traveled the Grey Waste a bit more, we came accross a huge horde of Larva. Hornir had one killed for food, only twenty gold. As we have walked the Grey Waste I can feel this land leeching into me draining my joy......We were ambushed by Mezzoloths, we captured one and its proven to be beliggerent. However it did help when we were ambushed AGAIN by four Baku. We were also attacked by Bulezau, Tanar'ri. the elite shock troopers for the Tanar'ric army......They were unable to gate in allies it seems......"
*it was at this point Vorkin became afflicted with the Waste's appathy
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Don't rub your feces on the lampshade.
Leonard Cohen is a poet and a god....
Transcendent One: Does he really *matter* to you?
Annah: He matters more to me than life!
Transcendent One: Then die.