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Guest Jay: I know that they can be pretty short sometimes and that's not exciting, I know, but I am trying to be better about writing and about updating.
Ten Days on a Boat, with Nothing to Do, the Druid gets Drunk and Finally Wake Up on the Evening of Day Two
I am forever thankful that I can't get sea sick, otherwise this would be a shit way to wake up. I'm a little fuzzy on the details (getting shit-faced will do that to you) but I do remember a few bit and bobs… Sang the night away we did with a number of old sea shanties and rounds upon rounds of story-telling by lamplight. At one point I think I turned into a stag… Yeah Shand'do was not happy in the slightest now that I think about it…
Spirits I am never drinking alcohol again; this hangover is the fucking worst.
… I'm stuck between hysterical laughter at the fact that I'm alive, that many of the survivors had managed to survive and make it to the Night Elves' ships, that I'm alive and that most of the people that I know are alive and Spirits I… I want to cry. I want to cry and rage and my heart aches for everyone that we lost, for the land that we lost, for our homes and families that are just… gone.
Liam is dead. Killed by Slyvanas' poisoned arrow that was meant for Greymane and I couldn't! I couldn't do a damn fucking thing about it! I couldn't move! I couldn't speak! I couldn't do anything and I should have done more!
And everything hurts and I wanna go home and… and …
I'm just… Tired… I'm just so fucking tired and so is everyone else but no one can sleep. Not when we remember… I… I want to… But I can't. Not now, not yet… Tomorrow I think. Tomorrow I'll write.