I began to think what possibly went wrong with me, when I replied "Yes." Perhaps I was dropped when I was an infant, banged my head on the sidewalk. There were millions of possibilities but the problem was that because of one of those reasons, I replied so urgently without thinking twice.

What was so wrong about saying "Yes"? I mean yes, it would demolish what was left of my sanity, and my sheer respect of myself... Or so I thought.

Although I believe I lost that awhile ago. I've never thought so highly of myself, to where I thought all the people who ever surronded me within my life time weren't worthy of such a divine soul as mine.

Those are the people who end up like Hellscream.

I was very young at the time, and I did some what think I was a little higher... Okay maybe a lot. But I did have a little grip on myself to not let it get out of hand. I was a young shaman, in a war that raged over the lands, destroying anything that stood in its path.

Shamans didn't survive long, the bulk I should say. Typically, we shamans are either wise and thoughtful, or hastey and well... Not as thoughtful lets say.

It's natural selection we have come to the conclusion, to weed out the bad plants of the bundle. It's bad enough shamans aren't born very so often, I would have to say aproximently three to five at most within a six year span. Then, we are put to test at an early age. Not by our peers, parents, nor family.

But by the elements themselves.

You have to have a firm grasp on the wild concepts of the elements for them to allow you to weild them at hand. The second war was rising at its greatest when I was a meer fifteen years of age. I was a very unthoughtful young man, and the war got the best of me. It seemed to beckon me to become a soldier, now that I think back on it, I was more of a toy, a childs toy that was used to be thrown around and sucked on.

But how would I know? It seemed like the perfect opportunity for me, I had previously felt the power surging through my body. I knew what I was capable of. The bad part was, I certainly did not know how to control such power, it takes many years of practice. Unfortunently that did not occur to me in my fame-hungry mind mine. I wanted fame, fortune, women, power, and to be able to make things explode. This very chance laid before my very eyes once a local general caught me practicing my immature shamanistic abilities.

He knew it was dangerous for a shaman that has not grasped the full capacity of the very power in their fingertips to fight in such a war. This was not any war, this was the second war. The goblins had chosen to side with orcs of Orgrimmar, while most stayed neutral, not wanting to destroy a future chance of a better deal.

He offered me a spot, taking advantage of my eagerness.

I said Yes.

And yes, I did become famous, but I didn't get fortune, nor ladies. I did make things explode, indeed I did. You may be wondering who I am.. you probably haven't heard of me if you're not a goblin. I did not get included within the history of the 2nd war, no I was shamed in a way, for the Horde delt with a very shameful loss. As we all know, history is written by the victiorians, which was the Alliance. So why would they include a shaman that slaughtered a lot of their men? I fled from the lands of the horde, far, far away from the reach of people who recognized me.

Although the Horde lost, the goblins saw what I had done to aid them, they titled me a hero. I had started to realize the mistakes i had made, the murder I had done with my very own hands.

I panicked, and slipped into the shadows, going into hiding for many, long years. Getting a grip over myself, and trying to forget the past.

Shamans, have enlogated lives, we can live up to a good thousand or so years, it depends. By then your lucky if there's another shaman that survived through your era as well. So, that gives us time to mature, and we do mature slower than others. Given the right situation, you can be forced to mature faster than others, which somewhat happened to me. It was uncommon for a shaman at such a age to talk so mature.

I didn't forget my past, But I did move on. But I also became very disconnected with the world around me when I had gone into hiding. I needed a remedy to put the life back into me, for the war drained every last bit out of me. I will not tell you more, for here is where I suppose I'll start off, you may wonder if i ever did come out. The answer is no. I was found, and dragged back into society. I had been unsually open and let it slip past my lips. I thought I was insane for opening myself up, it was a hastey act in my opinion. I've changed my mind, definitely.

Some people questioned me, if it was actually real. Some thought not, they thought the government made me up, to be used as an idol in the war. Someone to be proud of. I am a lost legend, buried deep within the booming civilization of Kezan.

I am Maxx Avalanche.