Hello Everyone and Welcome. So I got the idea for this... thing after reading Diary of a Mad Gamer Chick by Zoop, y'all can find her here on FFnet, and I have to say it was one of the funniest damn fanfictions I've read in a while. Anyways after many, many months of tossing it around in my head I've decided to write one of my own.

Day… 15? Or would it be one? Apparently being unconscious for two weeks and not dying is a thing. And where the Hell am I?

I've never been very good at keeping a journal. I keep it for a week and then don't touch it for a year and then go back to read whatever it is I wrote and sort of gawk at how angsty it all was… but I digress. I'm currently holed up in a little room overlooking the court yard in Merchant's Square. According to the nice dude whose house I'm currently squatting in, I was found washed up on the coast far to the west of here.

That was two weeks ago.

Since then, I've been bumped around to various places around Gilneas, to creepy cottages in the woods, to cozy little farms, to the Greymane Manor, to the local cathedral, and finally where I woke up.

And boy was that a shocker! Not only did I wake up in some stranger's bed, I woke up in some stranger's bed not knowing where the Hell I was. How I got to said place. Who said people were and of course the hundred gold question: How the fuck am I going to get home? All in all, a swell day I'm having so far.

I mean, don't get me wrong this would be so cool if it weren't so… Not cool… I'm on Azeroth, brushing shoulder to shoulder with Genn-fucking-Greymane and his family because (apparently) some stranger washing up on their shores is something to get excited over.

Oh, wait, right it was after the… Second or Third War that Greymane said, "Fuck it, I'm screwing over my allies and building a huge ass wall to keep out the Scourge. Yep. 10/10. Best king ever."

I should probably mention that none of this should be happening right now like… Gilneas does not exist. Azeroth does not exist. At least not in a physical sense. Digitally yep. Totally. Because Blizzard has a solid gold logo cause they're loaded and have created one of the most successful/popular MMO since D&D.

I'm in World of Wacraft.

I'm in a world where violence is a common occurrence.

Where two factions are constantly trying to tear each other's throats out.

Where the undead run rampant and pissed off elementals are kicking everyone's ass.

Shit.

Okay. Stop. Deep breaths Rae. No flipping shit. At least… No flipping shit until the Worgen curse comes along.

Shit.

Forgot about that.

If I'm here that means that I'm post Cata before MoP and WoD. And as happy as I would be walking out of Greymane's huge-ass gate with a mock salute and a smile, riding off into the sunset… I ain't got jack. I'd be a chew toy for some wolf or become some poor schmuck that got sliced and diced by some Horde adventurer running around in Silverpine forest.

Shit.

I have to find a job. Preferably one that doesn't involve me running around trying to kill things. I think I'll ask my most gracious host -fuck what was his name?- about any job opportunities that are in the area tonight at dinner. I'm not a complete gold-digger after all –heh- and I want to repay him -seriously brain what is his name!- in some way.

I'll have to start thinking long term if I want to survive what's to come. Maybe- JACK! His name is Jack! I feel so proud of myself now- Maybe Jack knows a few board mages whose brains' I could pick for information.