A/N: Don't take this too seriously... it's something I wrote for my nephews (to amuse them), but I thought at least someone might enjoy outside of that small, geeky group. It's all true- more or less- but it's still meant more for humor than anything else. No, it won't be continued, and this is the whole 'fic'. :)
Chap. "Alphabet".
Once, I used to play World of Warcraft (WoW).
I played it a lot.
Less than some, more than others. I knew the game pretty well.
I had a large pet collection, too.
But I never had what I always wanted...
A pet Murloc.
I mean, I hated the things (like everyone else does) when I started playing.
But about Lv. 15 on my first character (My "main" for those not up on the MMO parlance), I realized... Murlocs are damned adorable little buggers.
I mean...
To this day (I haven't really played WoW in 3+ years), whenever I hear that little "Mrrrgglllrrrglll!" I get this... this chill, racing down my spine.
It's not a chill of fear, like it is for so many. Instead, I feel... affection. Warmth. A little fuzzy feeling in my stomach, almost like butterflies... but not in a creepy "I like fish-folk-things WAY too much to be safe or sane" way, just a... like a beloved pet.
Then?
A miracle happened.
A Murloc named "Mrrg" showed up in my main's mailbox, and I was happy...
Happy ever after.
But, as Murlocs do, he grew, he aged...
Eventually, Mrrg found the love and affection of another goo-covered egg-layer named Eckra. A few months later, they hatched their first clutch.
Time moved on, and, after a time, Mrrg and Eckra moved with it, leaving me behind. It was that day, when I saw 'the note' telling me that they'd left to find their own home, that I left the World of Warcraft forever.
I visited once, just once, since... but even now, years later, I have never been happier than the day Mrrg appeared, as a tiny 2-inch tadpole, in my mailbox.