Battle for Gilneas, Entry 4
Fuck me and my life.
Just fuck.
Fuck!
Why? Why did it have to be spiders?! OF ALL THE NIGHTMAREISH CREATURES WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SPIDERS!
I want to die.
I really do.
THEY ARE THE SIZE OF FUCKING DOGS. LIKE THE MASTIVES. THAT SIZE. FUCK ME.
NO ONE IS IMPRESSED. GWEN IS GIVING ME THE ARE-U-FUCKING-KIDDING-ME-LOOK. LORNA JUST LOOKS AT ME WITH PITY/HOW-THE-FUCK-ARE-U-STILL-EVEN-ALIVE-RIGHT-NOW AND SHAND'DO GIVES NO FUCKS AND SOME OF THE ASSHOLE WARRIOR TRAINEES ARE MAKING FUN OF ME AGAIN. Fuckers.
FUCK.
I hate spiders.
To me there is nothing scarier in this –or any other—world, than spiders.
Fuck 'em I say and there is no damn way in Hell I'm going within a hundred-foot radius of those demon spawns. Ha! No, when Gwen asked me to go kill them I got the fuck outta there. No.
I'm not doing it.
Jack can. OR the Missing-but-Has-Since-Returned-Warrior-Assholes can. But like fucking Hell I'm not.
I'm hiding with the shifty rouge trainer right now, gave me a few tips on how to shadow-meld both in my worgen form and my cat form. Handy for hiding and writing at the same time. Yay.
Gwen's sent Jack out to look for me. Fuck. I need to move again soon before he picks up my sce—
I swear I must have done something in a past life to piss off the Universe because it seems to enjoy shiting on me whenever it gets the chance.
Jack found me. Which is not surprising in the least… He was a hunter after all.
But because he found me he's decided to drag me deeper into Stormglen to kick some spider ass per Gwen's request (read: order) …
This is not going to end well.
Well that went as well as I expected. The minute Jack and I got within twenty feet of the first dog-sized spider I… This is so humiliating… I … Fainted…
But first I screamed, then began to sob hysterically then I just… Fainted…
I can deal with killing things, I can deal being turned into a monster, I can deal being hunted down by an army; but I can't deal with fucking spiders.
Let this be a lesson to all! Do not force someone who is hysterically afraid of something to face said fear. At least not until they are ready. For me, that day will never come unfortunately. Thanks Gwen.