A recreation of a parody I wrote in a guild forum ages ago.
Qeynos, shit. I’m still only in Qeynos.
Every time I think I’m going to wake up back in the Orcish wastes.
When I was home after my first quest, it was worse.
I’d wake up and there’d be nothing… I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to an annulment.
When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the wastes.
I’ve been here a week now. Waiting for a quest update, getting softer.
Every minute I stay in this inn room I get weaker.
And every minute the Deathfist squat in the bush they gets stronger.
Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.
Everyone gets everything he wants.
I wanted a quest, and for my sins they gave me one. Brought it up to me like the serving wench.