It feels good to get back behind the claws and tear off a few faces. Got a few BGs in and I feel great. After stretching my muscles and remembering how to attack with a scroll wheel again, I got looking at the holiday achievements. They make me happy, now that I can actually do the bulk of them. But one caught my attention:
With a Little Helper from My Friends. I’d seen the Wondervolt machines as I was meandering about and tried to interact with them without any research into the matter ahead of time. I’m a curious kitty, that’s what I do. They popped me with a beam of light and nothing happened, so I shrugged and went about my business. This time, I had a hunch, and wandered in in my underused human-person-type-form. Insta-gnome! O’tay, problem solved. I instinctively hit my kitty button and Gnome-B-Gone. Uh oh…
I have Immunity to Gnome!
Normally, this would make me happy. I have nightmares about random gnoming and now I can sleep easy. Unfortunately, to get said achievement, there’s really only one solution. Honor-mooching. I’ll have to head into a BG, all gnomed up, and be completely worthless. Alright, not completely useless. I have moonfarespam, of which I can muster five, if the mana wind blows in my favor. There’s a few of those green root plant things. And my crackling ball of death. And that star comet of doom. And I can throw a few heals.
Hey, that’s right, I’m a druid. I am good at everything! Casting may not be my forté. I’m a shredder. I slice open rear entries. But by the code of the druid, I will adapt! If worse comes to worse, I think I still have a picnic basket. I’ll bring food and booze. We’ll have a jolly AV gnome cookout. No, don’t eat the gno…
*sigh* Would you like a fortune cookie with that gnome?
fa-ra-ra-ra-ra–ra-ra-ra-ra!
